Every February in the USA is observed as Black History Month. This month is set-aside for the country to celebrate the many contributions made by African-Americans towards the betterment of this nation, specifically, and to the improvement of the quality of life for all humanity, in general. It is a time of reflection, contemplation and jubilation. However, it wasn’t always the case.
So today may not be the real last day of the month, but with only one more day left, I figure it to be close enough. I prefer publishing posts here on Monday and Friday as opposed to any other day of the week, anyway. It suits my professional schedule and my household routine. Plus, if I have anything important to share, I can always insert a bonus post anytime. That’s one of the benefits of authoring ReNude Pride!
There are a number of naturists/nudists who, for whatever reason, do not look upon gay or bisexual bare practitioners (nudists) as members of the naturist/nudist community. In their minds, anyone who isn’t “opposite-gender-loving” (heterosexual) has no place within the clothes-free culture. It’s as though we don’t even exist, even as we “non-exist” without clothing, just like themselves.
I need to apologize to those reading/visiting here last week. I wasn’t feeling my usual naughty and irreverent self. Somehow I caught a gruesome, nasty and pesky germ and suffered with a cold almost the entire week. Tuesday through Saturday were the worst days and I didn’t have the energy or desire to get out of bed and log onto my laptop! I cancelled all of my classes and stayed in bed.
This isn’t a posting strictly about being same gender loving (gay) or nudity. It’s about the attraction that some people have towards the feet and/or toes of another. The topic is definitely related to nudity because as bare practitioners (nudists), naked feet are a frequent occurrence and a common sight in our world. This topic has fascinated me, partly, I guess, because I never completely understood it. I mean, feet are feet, right? They’re used for walking from one place to another.
The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was born on January 15, 1929. Today is the holiday celebrating his legacy and his life. He was slain on April 4, 1968. He is best known as a civil rights leader and peace advocate. In the style of Gandhi, he is also noted for his belief in non-violent protest, even when confronted with physical force. U.S. Federal law mandates the celebration of most public holidays on the Monday closest to the original date.
Dr. King was awarded the Nobel Prize for Peace by King Gustav of Sweden in 1964. In 1977, he was posthumously awarded the U.S. Presidential Medal of Freedom by the (then) President, Jimmy Carter.
I was in secondary school when I discovered the poetry of the Lebanese-American, Kahlil Gibran. By the time I read his work, “On Clothes,” my identical twin brother and myself were already staunch bare-practitioners and ever since that moment, I have been an avid fan of Mr. Gibran and his words. He remains one of my favorite poets of all-time even today.
This poem, “on Clothes,” continues to resonate with me. Not only does Kahlil Gibran discount the superficiality of clothing, he extols the virtues of nudity and simplicity. His work, in its entirety, follows below.