The other day, I was lounging while watching TV in boxer briefs that were too tight and too short. Ah, nude beauty.
I sport this game uniform all summer and all other seasons.
If you don’t approve, blame or credit my area (not my male area) for this nudish behavior. Nanbu is the culprit most days, who burns hot tamales more than he does in the microwave.
In the South, like the ancient Roman sculptures of men who stood naked all the time, with bulging biceps and flowers adorning the male realm, destined for history museums throughout Western Europe. It should be cool and unobtrusive.
The South breeds nudes. Didn’t Scarlett O’Hara have to get nude with Rhett Butler for at least one night in the Southern movie classic Gone With the Wind? Rhett wasn’t naked in the wind that night mosquito?
Many years ago in the South, I did strength training quite often at the university I attended. Couldn’t get course credit. But sometimes we do things for reasons other than upward movement.
If I had gone to a frigid college like the University of Maine, Bangor, the streaking probably wouldn’t have happened as much. It’s not an excuse, it’s just a reflection.
Now, decades later, I try to be as nude as I can, with socially appropriate frequency, but I don’t want to be annoying, drawing attention to myself, disturbing the community, or lifestyle articles. You won’t be fired or kicked out of your home for being interviewed by a newspaper reporter about .
But nudity can be complicated. It drives a wedge between friends. A friend of mine from college has an artist wife. A few years ago, she invited a male model to paint a picture of her sitting naked.
My friends aren’t mature enough to understand that I’m too zealous, sabotaging the afternoon’s festivities, and that this is about art, not about showing off my nudity. I said you didn’t invite me because I thought. Friends stole my deepest passion. Nudity destroyed our relationship.
But it was DC. Both climatically and interpersonally, it’s a colder place than the South, where cordiality is more prevalent and relaxation outweighs daily vibrations.
Nanbu truly believes that taking off your clothes is a good way to find comfort in yourself, get rid of hang-ups, and let things flow as they are without making anyone nervous.
The thing about nudity in the South and elsewhere is that people don’t talk much about this natural behavior. Hell, babies are walking around naked all the time, and there must be tens of millions of babies at any given time.
A friend of mine (let’s call him Sunny) says he sleeps naked every night. Bet 35% of people who read this sleep nude at least occasionally, three of them are Ripley, Rudy and Head.
This all goes back to my family tree.My father-in-law’s name was Jude. “My name is Jude,” he used to say whenever he met someone. “It rhymes with nudity.”
If my famous father-in-law could talk about nudity at cocktail parties, at work, and everywhere else, I could go nude whenever and wherever I wanted and blog about it to my army of loyal followers without any adverse consequences. can write
Nudity is an icebreaker, taking us back to the ancient times and connecting us with Adam and Eve, original sin and how we all came to be.
I have to be rude if I say there is no life. I feel like I want to get naked and eat rice.
Sorry guys.
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