Imagine, running naked across San Francisco in a crowd of 80K runners and a 100K spectators as an act of self-affirmation - with a bit of protest thrown in.
Continuing in my dearth of new blogs, I thought I'd reblog this, revised and with a few different photos - including one I just took on my visit to my families back east. It is one of my earliest posts,... Continue Reading →
From a while ago… I’m on a long solo hike. I’m without any clothing between my shoes and my hat – but the good part starts when I forget that irrelevant detail – I just exist. It becomes the default state. If… Continue Reading →
Quick warning here. If male nudity bothers you, go no further. There is some - and it is explicit. I've been some kind of nudie as far back as my earliest vague memories. I don't know why. Naked was somehow...... Continue Reading →
