Folsom Pictures

Cute boy that we met there. Trust me, he's not nearly as shy as he looks. The following pics were taken down on Baker's Beach.

I love the fog-covered bridge in the background.

Needless to say, the guy to my left was gorgeous. Too bad I can't show the undoctered photo. They too were staying in my hotel. Two very cute and high boys.

Folsom Street Fair - The Return

I just have to say that this was NOT supposed to be a day worth writing about.

The BF, SW and I are on the plane, when SW tells me that he's doesn't feel well. I won't go into details, but I'll tell you that we spent the majority of the flight lying on the floor. Also of note, the flight had 5 medical doctors, a priest and and an eastern religion spiritual healer on board. Who knew?

Folsom Street Fair - Sunday Oct 28th

Today was the day that brought me here. The challenge to walk nakedly and shamelessly through the streets with clothed men and women of all ages. We left the hotel around noon, sadly, we were not yet naked. I wore just a leather jockstrap, collar, wrist bands and a harness, the BF in his hard-to-quantify-but-sexy leather briefs with matching, slutty shirt and the Social Whore in a tight leather shorts with side zippers and harness.

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I tried to convince the SW to get naked with me, but he wasn't having it. He kept saying "later." After a while, we met up with JM (the boy that we found hanging outside our door last night) and met his very cute friend David. JM, who is about as shy as I am, dropped his pants for a few minutes as we had some playful pictures taken of us together. The BF and I then returned to the hotel, which was only a block away because our camera battery was going dead. After recharging for 20 minutes, I decided I would just leave naked. We met back up with JM, SW and David and then ran into the very attractive runner from DC that went with us to Magnitude. JM joined me and got nude too. Needless to say, we got tons of attention, which I of course hated (smile). It was definitely a lot fun, walking along the street completely uninhibited and having fun.

About 5pm, we headed back to the hotel. The group included myself, the BF, JM, David, the Social Whore and a last minute beauty named Mic. It wasn't really planned, but our hotel room turned into a beautiful orgy of naked and leather-clad men. One of the hottest scenes was watching David pound the BF on the bed. Wouldn't you know it, but as I was once again laying on top of someone, who would open the hotel door and walk in... again! The Germans of course! I have no idea what they think when every time they walk into the room I'm on top of someone. We all laughed like crazy, then we all got back to business with our increased numbers.

Later that night, we went to a bar around the corner from the hotel. In keeping with the day's theme, I wore underwear with a large pouch and the leather harness, wristbands and collar. The BF and I ran into a guy we met at GNI. It was a really nice surprise to see him again. We talked and reminisced before we all returned back to the hotel together and did what we never quite accomplished together at GNI.

BTW: We stayed at the Best Western Civic Center Motor Inn. I read that it was a good place to stay and experience Folsom, but had no idea what it was like until our arrival. We were very disappointed since it was WAY over priced and didn't even have A/C! Well, now looking back at the fair in retrospect, I'm so glad we stayed there and believe it was worth every penny.

Folsom Street Fair - Saturday Oct 27th

Today, after grabbing breakfast at a nearby dive, we met up with the Germans again at North Baker's Beach. This is a nude beach located on the side of the base of the Golden Gate Bridge. Of course I had to get nude, but it took a while since I was having a lot of erectile dysfunction issues. After a really nice guy helped me contemplate cabbage (trust me it works), and further advanced my erectile management techniques by telling me all about cabbage rot (who knew!), I was able to shed my clothes. There were a lot of clothed people around, in fact the majority were clothed. We, the BF, Social Whore and the Germans took lots of very photos. All of us got naked except for the BF and the younger of the Germans.

After some site-seeing, dinner and cocktails, we headed back to the hotel to change before going to Magnitude. We left the Germans in the bar since they didn't have tickets and weren't going. We gave them a key to the room since they were to spend the night with us when we returned from the party. There was a very cute looking guy just hanging out in front of our room which was strange since it was at the end of the (outside) walkway and there were no more rooms down there. He struck up a conversation, invited himself in and proceeded to remove his shoes and socks. We were really in a hurry, but hey... did I mention that he was cute?

So as I lay there on top of JM with member still inserted, just gently relaxing and counting down the final moments of our little detour, in walked the Germans. The younger opened the door and his eyes went wide then quickly shut the door. Five seconds later, they re-entered after obviously re-considering the situation. We all laughed. I can't tell you what they must have been thinking since we had really only just met them.

The Magnitude party was incredible! The top was covered by literally thousands of half-naked, dancing men. Downstairs in the huge dungeon, everything was taking place that you could imagine. I watched as people played in slings. Of course it took only 5 minutes before my last remaining article of clothing was shed. A great looking guy did some intense playing as a large group of onlookers observed. I also vividly remember TJ, an absolutely sexy and beautiful Taiwanese guy that also removed his floral briefs. I can't tell you how good he looked strutting around stark naked so confidently.

Folsom Street Fair - Friday Oct 26th

We spent most of the day Friday checking in, touring the Castro, meeting up with a couple of German visitors that the Social Whore had made an internet contact with and finally going bar hopping before ending up a Blow Buddies.

Actually, one of the Germans is an American. He emigrated after college, so he's lived there longer than he lived in the US. It's hilarious to hear a guy with a thick German accent use such completely american phrases. The funny thing is that to us he has a distinctly German accent, but I'm sure the Germans think he sounds American. Go figure.

After going to a couple of bars, we ended up a Blow Buddies. Wednesday is nude night, but today was dress as you like... or not. When we walked in, everyone except one had at least pair of pants or a shorts on. I gather there was less nudity than usual due to all of the visitors in town. The place was packed with beautiful men of all ages. When I was getting undressed, the Social Whore asked me if I was going nude and told me that he would. So I completely disrobed. After I checked all of my clothes, he decided that he felt a little uncomfortable and would keep his pants on! The bitch owes me one big!

Anyway, it was actually fun walking around in the buff. It's actually kind of titillating to be the only nude one. As the night wore on, a lot of gorgeous guys started going around in just there the bikinis or jock straps. Definitely a fun night.

OMG!

I know your sick of the political posts, but I'm totally besides myself. What the fuck is she talking about? If you figure it out, please tell me! Lord help us...

Folsom

Tomorrow the BF, Social Whore and I all head out to San Fran for the Folsom Street Fair. If we have any balls, we'll live up to our goal of attending the fair naked. I'm thinking perhaps I'll wear some of my leather accessories since it is a leather festival after all, but obviously not enough to take away from the stark naked effect. It's a challenge only because it is not really a nude event. I expect the overwhelming majority of people there to be fully clothed including a lot of tourists just looking for something out of the ordinary. We'll see...

I just checked the whether and they're calling for low to mid 70s throughout the weekend. I'd rather it be a bit warmer, but I guess this is about as good as we could hope for in San Fran since it's almost October.

In addition to the fair, we're going to the Magnitude Dance Party as perhaps a few other events of ill-repute. If Saturday is nice enough, we'll probably be heading over to Baker's Beach for a while to work on our full-body tans because of course I need a better tan.

Anyway, wish me luck. I hope to take plenty of pictures to help document my experience and perhaps blog the experiences as they occur.

I know I've already posted this photo before, I wanted to show the leather accessories that I'll likely be wearing on Sunday.

Unbelievable

If it wasn't scary, I'd be laughing...

Obama and Palin

As many Obama supporters look upon McCain's choice of Palin as VP incredulously, the typical feedback is that they have roughly the same amount of political experience in terms of years.

I still recall when the first rumors of Obama's possible run were circulating. I remember thinking what a mistake it would be for him to jump in largely because of his inexperience. Once the race was underway, I still was not a supporter. I didn't withhold my support because of black or gay allegiance to the Clintons nor because Obama wasn't black enough as was so often repeated in the news media. I withheld my support because the office of POTUS is a serious matter and in addition to policy stances, any person I vote for must pass my internal gut test. It goes something like this... do I believe him enough to put my very life in his hands, to decide my fate, under the worst type of strain. He was still way to knew and an unknown factor for me.

Sometime around January of this year I realized that he was (a) smart, (b) astute, which is probably even more important than smartness, (c) measured, God we need some of that, and most importantly (d) I determined that I would trust him with my life and country.

So now, onto Palin. I have to admit, I don't like what I see so far. What bothers me is the obvious continued Chritianization of our government that she would represent. That notwithstanding, the biggest difference between Palin and Obama is that we've had 18 months to get to know Obama and absolutely no time to know Palin. Even under the best of circumstances, it is hard for me to see how she can climb the mountain to the level of trust that is required of a presidential nominee. I know she's only the VP pick, but you get the idea.

In short, I trust Obama completely because I've had time to get to know him and observe how he handles situations over an extended period of time. Sarah Palin cannot possible achieve this is 2 months, especially when she only gives prepared remarks and refuses to give press conferences.

Finally Some Sanity (Politics)

How quickly things change. Just this Monday I was speaking with a fellow and ardent Obama supporter. Normally my role is to calm him down and assure him that all is OK, but on this day I needed as much consoling as he did. It really appeared that the election was getting away from him/us. He and his partner were already seriously talking about moving to another country should McCain win. Great... so in addition to country going down the tubes I'll lose a friend at the same time.

So what the hell happened. In the course of just 3 days everything changed. Obama's back on top and the momentum is clearly in his favor. McCain, in contrast, seems completely out of sorts. It was pretty depressing to see continue McCain surge in the face of the lies, mis-representations, issue waffling and Rove-ian politics. Now, in retrospect, perhaps I didn't give the American people enough credit.

Added 9/20 at 5:58pm...

I just found this on the Internet that shows how quickly and far Palin's favorable/unfavorable ratings have fallen. It's interesting to generally look at Obama's and Biden's numbers as compared with McCain's and Palin's. Very interesting, if something does change, they're toast. Unfortunately in politics, something always changes.

Weekend in the Woods

This weekend we went to a friend's house outside of Richmond Virginia for a weekend of naked relaxation with 11 others. It was a private gathering of invited guests so we already knew almost all of the people in attendance. The weekend was perfect because frankly I like all of them and a few of them are a downright riot.

The pool was heated to near perfect 94 degrees. We spent the entire weekend listening tunes, swimming and enjoying the perfect late summer weather in the buff.

I most enjoyed getting closer to some people that I already knew. Also, another nudist from central Virginia spent the better part of Saturday with us. He was cutie of about 32 years of age and we kind of immediately hit it off. No, we didn't have sex except perhaps engaging in a little frottage. He did send me a very sweet email after the weekend was over.

Go Fuck Yourself

If the title offends then, just go f... just joking.

I presume that I am like many people in that I have always had an internal, mental picture of myself that was not represented by my outward appearance. As I result, I spent a lot of time trying to present myself in a manner that my physical attributes could never attain. OK, confession time... race aside, I've always wanted to be a twinkie, but alas, that is not my destiny.

I say this because a few years ago I realized that I would never have to fuck myself. Believe it or not, this was a major revelation. It meant that I could simultaneously embrace myself just as I am without giving up my idea of beauty. BTW: I think many types are beautiful and not just twinks. see my previous post on the subject.

Sometimes people express that they are attracted to me physically, but I never ask why. Attraction is often mysterious and trying to modify one's behavior solely to become more attractive to another, specific person can sometimes be disingenuous and counter productive. Therefore, I've learned to instead embrace who I am (physically) and seek to further myself to be the best that I can be (physically). This is far better than trying to become someone else (physically).

Would I fuck myself if we met in a bar... probably not. But the great thing is that I can now accept that while still being able to feel somewhat sexy and not doubt that there are others out there for whom I will be exactly what they were looking for. I believe that this is (physical) self-acceptance and am grateful for having learned it.

Note: If you've noticed the word "physical" inserted repeatedly it is because I have never had such issues about my character, intelligence or who I was as a person. It was only the physical aspects that once gave me pause.

Unreal Tennis

I break tennis strings way too often. I can typically play only 4 times or for about 1 week before breaking a string. My attempts to find an alternative string that feels good over this past year has so far failed miserably... until now.

On Monday, I strung my racket with Luxilon Big Bangers on the mains at 51lbs and Wilson NXTs on the crosses at 54lbs. The feeling has been unreal! I really feel like I can hit the ball as hard as I want and it will stay in no matter what. The only downside is that these strings only lasted for 2 and a half days, most likely because I've been hitting so hard.

BTW, it's not just hitting hard, but being able to do so without sacrificing consistency. On Monday I played Glen who normally plays me about equal and beat him 6-3, 6-0 and 6-2 without having a single break point against me. On Wednesday I played a guy that I usually, but not always, beat and won 6-0. He didn't even get a game point opportunity on his own serve. Tuesday was just as good, but I just practiced so there was no score to report.

After winning the set on Wednesday, the string broke. I switched to another racket strung with TNT-16s and really noticed the difference. It was like someone turned off all of the lights.

I think the Big Bangers might be aggravating my tennis elbow, so I'll be monitoring this closely. I really hope I can continue using them however because after several days it's seeming more and more obvious that it is making a big difference.

Saturday

Today we went to the naked cocktail party hosted by one of the local groups. As usual, we had a great time talking with old acquaintances and making new ones. What is so great about spending a wonderful summer day indoors inside of a dimly lit bar? Everything... especially when the bar is populated by 80 naked men. Of course the question is a little unfair since this weekend hurricane Gustav was passing through. It doesn't matter though, it would've been just as fun on a beautiful, sunny day.

At the cocktail party, there was a Latino boy that I had seen once or twice before. To say the least, he is very good looking and somewhat exotic. I believe all races have their beauty, which is great because it gives me more things to look at and appreciate. Anyway, although I had seen him once or twice, we had never spoken until this day. At that time, we only spoke briefly.

Later in the day, the BF and I attended a naked party where "situations sometimes occur" and guess who also was there. We spoke more and this time played just a little. Later in the evening, he needed to walk by me since I was blocking the walk path between a coffee table and chairs where others were sitting. Playingly, I moved further to obstruct his path and said he must give me a "besito", or little kiss, to pass. In front of 6 others, he turned me around, bent me over and rimmed me for a full minute or two. Honestly, it happened so fast that I didn't even know what to do, nor necessarily wanted to.

Straight Boys

On Memorial day a few friends and I went to JR's for cocktails. JR's is not a place that I typically have frequented, but we have gone more frequently this year primarily because a friend that I met early this year likes it there.

Anyway, on this particular day, as usual, we met several people. One of them was a black guy named G. G was about 170 pounds, 6 feet tall, perhaps 35 years old and not bad looking. Anyway, he seemed a little off from the moment we met him. He introduced himself by proclaiming how much he loves his dick (those were his exact words) and as he did so he unzipped his pants to show us. This wasn't the only such antic as he would say many other things and expose himself further. Interestingly enough, he didn't even seem drunk. He grabbed my ass several times and asked me to go to the bathroom with him for some oral. I wasn't the only one, he also whispered invitations to everyone else within a 20 foot radius.

So what makes this story stranger than the normal horned up gay boy is that he consistently and fervently proclaimed his straight-ness. In between telling me what a nice ass I have, he would tell me about how he loves pussy. Believe it or not, it was so comical that he was interesting. In the end, his pussy-chasing got him thrown out of the bar since he aggressively pursued every woman in the bar and probably said something offensive to one of them.

Naked Tennis

Another update on the wonderful week that we spent at the GNI Gathering in the Pocono Mountains. One of my nudist goals has been to play tennis naked. Well, I got my opportunity at the gathering.

Upon our arrival, we used our provided maps to tour the grounds during which we found the tennis courts. I had seen on the schedule that there was a Tennis 101 class scheduled early the following morning. I really wasn't interested in an introductory class. After breakfast the next morning, we walked over to the courts just to see what was going on. I saw the guys in the class hitting the balls. They all obviously had hit balls before, so I decided to go retrieve my racket in the hope that maybe someone would want to hit after the class finished. When I returned with my gear in hand but sans-clothes, I immediately met up with a red-head guy. As it turned out, he's one of the better players that was there that week and we immediately became tennis buddies. We played everyday except once when we both needed a break.

So if you're like me (and also haven't gotten completely bored by the topic), you're probably wondering about the obvious logistical issues of playing tennis nude.

1. The first and most obvious question was about the flopping issue. Now, I have a tendency to flop quite a bit even when playing in relatively tight boxer briefs, so I was definitely wondering about this. As it turns out, this is completely a non-issue. Yes things were flying everywhere, but I didn't slow down, stop running or jumping nor restrict myself in any other way because of fears of flopping. After playing for just a few minutes it became obvious to me why this isn't a problem. God (or nature) created us naked and optimized our bodies to be able to run, jump, hunt and a variety of other arduous activities. Our bodies were created to do this. The unnatural thing is when we wear clothing which is why it bothers me so much more when I'm wearing boxer briefs than when nude.

2. Most people that don't play regularly might not think of this, but pockets are essential in tennis. This is especially true if you have a 2-hand backhand and therefore can't just keep the extra ball in your left hand. Well my red-headed tennis buddy taught me how to overcome this my first day. When serving, I used the BF's fanny pack. Simple, easy, comfortable, problem solved.

3. When I play I sweat. So I typically use various methods to help me deal with this and ensure that my grip remains dry. Among these are wristbands and a cotton shirt on which I can wipe my hands. I wore a wristband, but wondered what I would use to wipe my hands if I didn't have a shirt on. As it turns out, this too was a non-issue. What I hadn't counted on was that we just sweat a lot less when nude. I still sweated, but much less and therefore just having a wristband was plenty enough.

I loved the feeling of naked tennis. I loved being able to look onto the next court and seeing brief moments of a beautiful male form contorting gracefully as it stretches to return a deep shot. Naked tennis was all I had hoped it would be which is basically two things I love: naked and tennis. And as a bonus, it helped me get a good amount of physical activity during my vacation.