FLDS Update

Well, I'll return to my original idea about the FLDS debacle. That is, the premise that you cannot remove the children from all of those homes because we think that their religion makes no sense or is a cult. We must prove imminent harm to each, single child before placing that child in temporary state custody.

Well today the Texas Supreme Court has upheld a recent ruling by an appellate court basically stating the same thing. As a result, at least some of the kids will be returned to their respective homes. The ruling will likely be applied to many of the other kids as well.

Now don't get me wrong. I hope that the Texas CPS continues their investigations and oversight to ensure the welfare of these children. More than likely, some of these kids should be removed from their parents home. This will be particularly true for post-pubescent, female children, particularly those for which there is specific evidence of abuse. The state far over-reached on this one and needed to be reigned in.

Nudism Update - Self Acceptance

So after about 4 or 5 months of "experimenting" with going nude as much as possible, I find it as exhilarating now as I first did in the beginning. The biggest difference I've noticed is that I've become even much more comfortable with being nude around others. Now I have very little issues with shedding my clothes around others whether they be clothed or not. My biggest remaining hangup is that I have little desire to disrobe in situations where others would be offended by the act.

As I expected, nudism has definitely helped me become more accepting of my imperfections. I used to feel so self-conscious even in a bathing suit, thinking about the bulges in one area or sagging skin in another or marks or scars. Nudism has taught me to say "what the fuck!" To throw it all to the wind and say to myself that it I am OK. To be able to take the whole of my physical being and embrace it. My only regret in my nudism experience so far is that I didn't start it much earlier in life.

Weekend at Rehoboth

For the memorial day weekend, the BF and I decided to make our customary escape to Rehoboth Beach. As usual, we stayed at the Whore Inn. I love this place because it's ever so slightly seedy and yet the owners, guests and atmosphere are absolutely great. It's a small place that has maybe 12 rooms with 2 hot tubs. It's clothing optional in the hot tub and patio areas which means that there's always something to do after the bars all close (they close very early here) and you're feeling frisky. It's a little far from the beach, but it's perfect for stumbling home at night after a final drink at the Double L. Also, they typically have a happy hour with free drinks on Fridays and Saturdays which is very social and perfect after a long day in the sun.

The weather was perfect, although the water was too cold to get in. The BF got a good tan, but believe it or not I tanned more than he did even though I put on sunscreen. I definitely have distinct tan lines even though I really wasn't trying to get any darker. LOL.

We got back to the room early on Sunday since we were leaving a day early. Since the very cute and scantily clothed house boy was still cleaning our room, I convinced the BF to join me in the hot tub. When we got there, only Terry was on the patio reading a book. I stripped and got in the tub nude and immediately got an erection. Damn that thing is always getting hard at the wrong time. Anyway, I decided that this would be perfect opportunity to get pics of my first cockring that I recently bought in San Francisco so I asked the BF to take some. In the middle of the whole thing, one-by-one, several others came in and gave us suggestions for poses and camera angles. I got excited seeing that they were enjoying it. Eventually, the BF joined me in the tub and Rick and Terry took over the photo snapping. With the perfect lighting and glistening water, I knew the pictures would be winners. When we got home we discovered that all of the pictures were inexplicably lost. Oh well, at least we have our memories and it gives us a reason to go back.

I Was A Bad Boy

Last Saturday I went to the bi-monthly, nude cocktail party at the Green Lantern. The event is mostly social, but a certain amount of innocent playing is tolerated. I think I pushed the limits a little bit, which was a little unlike me.

It all happened right toward the end. Most of the guys had already started to go upstairs to change into their clothes. There were only about 20 or so guys still in the main bar area, with a group of guys playing together. Nothing terribly involved, just a little touching and groping. The problem was that there was this really hot guy that appears to be of middle-eastern or perhaps Indian heritage. He was obviously feeling very horny and became a little extra intense in his self-play. He didn't notice that I was watching, but I really got turned on. A guy that I first met in Barcelona was standing beside me giving me ample attention. He partially blocked me from the rest of the bar, which emboldened me to go a little further than I normally would have. Next the guy, noting my excited state, helped by using one hand to massage my anus and cupped the other under my balls. As I came, I cupped my hand in front of me so as to prevent my cum from squirting all over the bar. Judging by the force with which it hit my hand, I'd say it would've travelled several feet. The guy next to me told me with a huge grin, that he was really glad that he came to the event that day.

Bare to Breakers - Mission Accomplished

WARNING!!! The following link contains nude pictures.
Well I did it! The BF and I went to San Francisco for their annual Bay-to-Breakers race and I (BF was clothed) walked the complete 7.5 mile course completely, stark naked. I wanted to do it because it seems like one of the ultimate exhibitionistic actions that I could legally do.

Well, when the time came I disrobed and had a smile the whole time. Originally I wanted to walk with other nude walkers, but somehow got separated about 1/4 of the way through. Obviously a lot of people took note, many took pictures. I actually didn't even hear any negative comments. Several people stopped me along the way and asked me to take photos with them. I remember an older black lady that must have been about 70 stopping me for a photo and leaving so elated I thought she was going to have a heart attack. Here's an interesting tidbit. I walked for the first 30 minutes or so before realizing that I was leaking the whole time. Needless to say that I walked the rest of the race with a paper towel and kept a vigilant look.

Anyway, I did it. You can find all of my pictures here. You can find my other posts leading up to this race here. Unfortunately, per flickr's requirements, you must be both (a) a member of flickr, which is free and (b) enable restricted content in order to view the pictures.

Is It Just Me?

I tend to be pretty confident about who I am as a person. Some people seem to like me, but I am reasonable enough to realize that there are many others that do not. Although I like being a likable guy, it doesn't bother me that some people do not like me. In fact, I believe that this is an unavoidable part of life.

However, recently I've had a number of people that appeared to ostentatiously dislike or ignore me. then later, the same people would show interest in me. I don't get it.

Example: A few weeks ago the BF and I went over a friend's house and met a group of guys. One of them seemed to really click in a social way with the BF. A few times throughout the day I tried to engage him in conversation, but it was obvious that he had no interest in speaking with me. He wasn't rude, just not interested. We saw him for the second time a couple of weeks later. He greeted the BF with a big, endearing hug and greeted me with the absolute minimal acknowledgment allowed by custom. So I was very surprised when later during "play-time" he silently approached me and started fondling me. I was so confused that I didn't know what to think.

I have other, similar recent examples, but I think you get the idea. I'm wondering if perhaps I am transmitting something that makes me seem unapproachable or is this just natural behavior on their part.

Black and Nude

This weekend I went a friend's house that was hosting a nude get-together for a gay, nudist for men of color. Actually, the hosts are a couple that the BF and I met a couple of months ago and have visited a few times. They forwarded my name and email to the group, and so now I am a member.

About 15 people or so showed up. In addition to the black guys, there was one (or two) Latinos, one white and one Asian. The hosts served appetizers and other food, and drinks. We, played Wii bowling, mostly ignored a movie and of course soaked in the famed hot tub. It was a little chilly outside, but that only made the allure of the hot tub even greater. The gathering was mostly clean (i.e. non-sexual) with a little touching and caressing which was cool since of course I am very tactile. I think that I enjoyed the hot tub most.

I have to say that I enjoyed my night. The same groups is planning an outing to nude Sandy Hook beach in a few weeks. This happens to be the same week as my birthday. As of now I am planning to attend.

Bare to Breakers - Bring It On!

Ok, I've made the great leap. I have my plane tickets and hotel reservations to San Francisco for the Bare-to-Breakers. I would say "call me crazy", but why state the obvious? Wish me luck... or therapy! Assuming nothing gets in the way, I'll post about my experience and hopefully will have many, many pictures.

Bare to Breakers

Bay to Breakers is a 7.5 mile, foot race held in San Francisco each year. There is also a group called the Bare to Breakers that performs the race completely nude. Well yesterday I found some cheap tickets for this weekend and am considering doing it, but am still conflicted if I really want to travel all the way across the country on a moments notice for this.

I must say though, that this would be an ultimate nude experience. That is, (a) definitely qualifies as public nudity, (b) an extended period of time, (c) tour through a much of a major city, (d) completely nude, and (e) most people are actually clothed.

Obama!

The last 2 to 3 weeks have been somewhat trying given the spate of news about bitterness, Rev. Wright as well as the loss in Pennsylvania. These have not been good times for Obama and his supporters. Making it even worst, the final outcome was already a given.

Finally, we Obama supporters have had some good news. Tuesday's results were even much better then I had anticipated. Anyway, I thought this pic was both funny and illustrative, so I wanted to share it.

FLDS Revised

I guess I should admit that I was wrong in my prior post. Although I still believe the tenant behind the post that each case should be reviewed individually, the medical reviews of the children have changed my mind.

Namely the fact that 50% of the underage girls have shown signs of either being or having been pregnant. I know in some states, girls are allowed to marry under the age of 13 with their parent's consent, but this wouldn't even apply in this case since most of the marriages are religious (not legally recognized) so that they can get around the polygamy issue. Therefore, the only conclusion is that these girls have been the victims of statutory rape and should therefore be removed from parental custody. Furthermore, a whopping number like 50% shows a definite pattern of and direct link to the group (religion aside) that does warrant the removal of the other 50% of the girls as well. I still don't see just cause why the boys should be removed at this time though.

World Naked Bike Ride Update

No word yet on whether we will be able to make the ride completely nude, but the WNBR's Washington DC website seems to indicate that that is their intent. At this point, I am leaning pretty heavily toward participating. I've previously considered participating in an alternate city such as Chicago or even Toronto, but I think I'll just stay in my hometown. Which brings up another point... For me, it would be easier to go nude in another city than to think of riding up and down Pennsylvania and Constitution avenues with stops at the Capital and White House. But at least I won't have to fly anywhere. To see all of my posts on WNBR click here.

I think I've found the perfect backup wear for the occasion. On the DC WNBR's website someone recommended a Banana Peel. I've just ordered one in a dark brown (pictured at right), which hopefully will pretty closely match my skin color and become nearly invisible when worn. Currently I think I'll dress in just the peel, sneakers and sun glasses with the idea of removing the peel if at all possible. When my new peel arrives, I'll try to post of picture of what I'd look like on my bicycle in my planned outfit.

There's power in numbers, so if your interested in accompanying me, join the DC Yahoo Group.

Tennis Today

Yesterday I played tennis... again. I've been playing pretty regularly for the past year or so now and have really improved over the past few months. Anyway, at the park that I regularly play there are about 50 players that I know that play there regularly (several times per week), about 5 of which I would call the A-level players.

Many people at the park have considered me a part of this group for a long time, but frankly I know that I am not. I know that the A-level players would have my lunch. Well yesterday I split sets with one of the A players 3-6 and 6-3. This is the second time in as many weeks that I've taken sets from A-level players. Perhaps now I am really just starting to break into this group.

Super Nekkid Saturday Redux

First a warning... although I try to be honest in this blog, I don't usually give sexual details. I know, that's a little boring isn't it? Anyway, we'll see how far I'll go with this post, but you've been warned!

Yesterday was basically Super Nekkid Saturday Redux. First we went to the bi-monthly naked cocktail party. I brought my first new recruit, which was someone that know from the Green Lantern underwear party. Since the weather was perfect, I expected a small turnout. Indeed there were less people in attendance than normal, but still a very sizable crowd of about 100. I had a blast talking with people I knew and meeting others. One interesting conclusion that I've come to about nudity... People will sometimes look at an unattractive person and say that they'd hate to see him naked. Well, the longer I am involved with nudism, the more I think that people generally look better naked than clothed. Most interestingly, this seems applies to apply especially to the less attractive.

Anyway, for the second part of the day, we were supposed to attend a Cinco de Mayo party at the same location as was the previous Everybody Gets Lucky party. You have to drive to get there and somehow I winded up taking 2 others plus the BF with another friend following us in his own car. As a reminder, this is the large private residence that has a basement setup that would put most commercial bars and clubs to shame. They have a complete and large bar, pool table, air hockey table, slot machine, arcade games, karaoke lounge, snack bar, vending machines, heated pool, hot tub, commercial-grade barbecue pit and a backroom complete with slings and glory holes.

We arrived toward the end of the social period. When I first entered and said hi to some friends, I noticed a very muscled and good looking black guy standing close by. As the evening progressed, I talked with many others, had a couple of hot dogs and lounged around the pool. After finally convincing someone to take a dip in the pool with me, we played in the pool for a while and later retreated to the even warmer hot tub. Of course as the evening progressed, so did the sexual energy, so the hot tub soon became both ridiculously crowded and "busy", though had no complaints.

Well, I met many people and played with several others. But as the evening wore on, I had to say hi to the black guy that I saw when I first entered. He was so glad that I did and said that he really wanted to talk to me but was a little apprehensive to do so. There's a strange thing about gay, black guys in mostly white settings that always make us slightly afraid to approach each for fear of being rejected by someone with a big attitude.

Well we started to talk, flirt and touch. I'll try to describe him. He was big in almost every sense of the word. He was taller than I, perhaps about 6' or 6'1". He had huge muscles. He had nice juicy lips and was an excellent kisser. Oh yeah... did I mention the size of his cock? I often get treated like my dick has superhuman proportions, but believe me, he had me beat. Now, I love men of all races, but am not particularly big on muscle men and rarely consider cock size very important. Nonetheless, he pushed all the right buttons for me. I remember that he said, "you know they're going to kick us out don't you? They didn't invite us (meaning the two black guys with the big dicks) to just pair up with each other."

Well, before the night was done, we went outside to the staircase behind the barbecue pit where it was surprisingly empty. He fucked me on the stairs using just a rubber and spit for lube. That was definitely the largest dick that I've ever taken and it felt perfect. We fucked for quite a while with several breaks in between. He fucked me 'til I came and then we spent several minutes cuddling in each other's arms. Very nice. I can still feel him inside me this morning as I write this.

Other memories... I remember spending a lot of time with a tall, slim and very sexy Asian guy that I know and kinda consider jokingly as my second boyfriend. He sucked me very well for a long time along with another guy. I remember meeting another Asian guy that I had seen several times before (but never nude). This guy is certainly not handsome in the traditional sense or even pretty as Asians often can be. However, he exuded sexiness about as much as anyone possibly could. He has ridiculously big lips (hmm) and an impossibly big and perfect bubble butt. I really enjoyed playing with him. Before the evening was done, I fucked my BF in the sling as well as lying down on the weight bench with him on top.

All in all, I have to say that it was a good night.

Friday Night at Omega

Well last night the BF and I went out to Omega for drinks. We didn't do too much, but stood around and talked to the people there. There was this french-sounding guy that didn't say much, but caught me walking near the staircase to the downstairs area and pulled me into a nearby alcove. He hugged me and tried to kiss me, but I told him that I had a boyfriend. He kept trying to pull me back into the alcove saying, 'just give me 20 seconds.' He followed me around for the rest of the night.

I also saw someone I previously met elsewhere. He's short, probably around 5'6" tall, black with a nice, slim body and a cute face. The last time I saw him was at the underwear night at the Green Lantern. I remember he was standing with his tall Latino friend and another black guy they had just met. He turned to me and privately asked me to assure him that he wasn't the least attractive of the three. He looked so desperate for acceptance that it was kind of sad. I told him that he wasn't the least attractive, which was true since they each had their pluses and minuses, but were essentially about even.

Well anyway... yesterday, I probably talked to him for a half hour or more. I can't believe how many times he talked about beautiful bodies, faces, etc. Every 5 minutes, he wanted to know if something about him was "good enough". He kept complimenting me on my various features. He also kept talking about others and whether they were physically good enough. Sometimes he would say the most terrible things about himself such as, "who would ever want to date a loser like me." I also remember that he made a very strange comment to me. He said, that his friends think that he isn't attracted to black guys. His point was that his attraction to me is proof otherwise. Then came the strangeness... he said, "I feel that other black guys are competition, so if I date a black guy, he should at least be more attractive than I am." I'm not even going to go into what this says to me, but it is further evidence of a world-view that inherently furthers his self-hate.

To be honest, besides his obsession of physical attractiveness, conversation was actually interesting and enjoyable. However it's hard for me to believe that people actually exist that are that superficial and insecure. I don't mean to say that I don't like him or that I am better than him, because I believe that he is hurting himself far more than anyone else. It must be hard to be happy when you whole world-view is completely wrapped up in your epidermis, skeletal structure and the size of your cock. I have a saying that we're all victims of our culture that I'd love to post about at some point. But this nice, sweet, good-looking guy is more than a victim of our culture, he is a casualty.

Bubu

This is a picture of my 11 year old Maltese named Bubu.

Black, Gay and Nude!

A friend I met through an online, nudist website referred me to a gay, nudist group for people of color that he was a member of. Apparently, this group has members that span the north-eastern coast from New York to Washington, DC and perhaps beyond. Their primary activities seem to be movie nights at member's houses and periodic trips to Gunnison Beach in Sandy Hook, NJ.

I haven't yet had the chance to participate in any activities with them, but am looking forward to it. It's funny, but growing up in an all-black neighborhood, I was always told that only white people did "that" foolish stuff, where "that" could refer anything slightly out of the norm or considered different. Certainly both being gay and a nudist would both have qualified in my neighborhood. Of course this is totally ridiculous, but I still feel a certain bond with black guys who are not afraid to break stereotypes and just be themselves no matter how different that may be. That's one of the reasons that I'm really looking forward to meeting the guys in the group and spending time getting to know them. BTW, the group is for people of color. This also includes Latinos, so my BF will be joining me at their events.

Another point of interest that inspired this post is that this group is yet another example of the (not so) secret sub-culture that lies beneath the typical, commercial gay venues. Since I could find any mention of the group using web searches, I must assume that they wish to remain private and therefore have purposely omitted the group's name.

5/2 UPDATE: The group has just scheduled it's next nude movie night for next week. It happens to be at the friend's house that first told me about the group. He has a nice outdoor hot tub that seats 5 comfortably, but I'm sure it's even better when a few more squeeze in.

Proof Reading Sucks

I hate to proof read. I've come to realize that my mind works differently when I write than when I read. When I write, the thoughts originate within my head, so I think verbally or as I would speak. When I read, thoughts originate from the written text.

As a consequence, sometimes when re-reading older blog entries, I notice atrocious and embarrassing errors. This encourages me to proof read for a short period of time, but invariably I soon get lazy again. Somehow, once I get the thought down on the proverbial paper, checking for grammar seems superfluous.

I write this because just yesterday I read I how aspired to be "excepting" of others. ARGH!!! Of course the irony is that if you read that comment literally it would mean just the opposite of what I had intended to say. Oh well, I guess I'll have to proof read for the next week.

[Note: I did proof read this post and corrected 7 errors. It scares me to think what's in my previous posts.]

Update 5/10: I just happened to browse by this post and found yet another error. DAMN!