IMG_4004We read in the paper where it reached -100 degrees in New Hampshire the other day. Negative one hundred degrees. By comparison, New York City is in the midst of a tropical heat wave at positive 8.

But outdoor toplessness is off the menu for now.

What does that leave? Finding interesting hidden spaces in this mysterious city of ours, and one of our members tipped us off to a doozy: an underground cocktail bar that is literally underground. You enter it through a fake bookcase in the entry hall in a Brooklyn bistro called Chez Moi.

IMG_3787IMG_3796Descend a twisty staircase past a suit of armor and you emerge in a cozy, colorful room appointed with a Steinway piano, a full bar, luxuriously upholstered furniture, a red and gold color scheme, and art on the walls depicting classic courtesans. You have entered Le Boudoir.

IMG_4082We called in advance, of course. Could we enter Le Boudoir wearing no more than ladies generally wear in a boudoir? The owner kindly said we could. So off came the down coats, the gloves, the scarves, the knit hats, the heavy sweaters–

IMG_3989–and what was left was little indeed.

IMG_3836Though in at least one case some gloves went back on.

IMG_3860-FIMG_3942The rest of the evening was a marvelous combination of drinking (exceptional craft cocktails courtesy of Ms. Franky, the evening’s inspired bartender)…

IMG_3881IMG_3900,..dining (smoked salmon, charcuterie, creme brulee, chocolate mousse….

IMG_4497IMG_4504IMG_4482…books (new comics from Hard Case Crime, crosswords from the New York Times)…

IMG_4533IMG_4032-F…and more drinking. (It’s a cocktail bar. When in Rome.)

IMG_4449One of our members is moving to Florida, so it was both a sad and a fond farewell for her, though she’ll surely come back to visit, and who knows, maybe we’ll arrange a road trip to visit her. (She says she’ll be near a nudist resort down there.)

IMG_4379Nor was that the only revelation of the evening. Did we know that one of our members is a black belt in Tae Kwon Do? We did not. Now we’re readier than ever to kick ass and take names should it ever prove necessary.

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IMG_4325IMG_4166But no ass kicking was required this night. While winds howled aboveground, we retired to the secretest spot of our subterranean lair, a cave carved out of the rock of a century-old subway tunnel…

IMG_4130IMG_4475IMG_4402…and plotted world domination. Well, something like world domination, All those cocktails make it a bit hazy. But there was plotting done for sure, and many hugs,

IMG_4492…before we reluctantly bundled up and made our way return-from-Narnia-like back out through the bookcase and into the mundane world.

Where now it’s 8 degrees and we’re wearing clothes.

Can we go back to Narnia, please?

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And so we come to the end of another year — another wonderful, awful year. Awful in so many dimensions: geopolitical, economic, ecological, human rights, basic civility. And yet. And yet, we spent the year with friends and loved ones, and we exercised our freedoms together, and we treated others and were treated ourselves with respect. In this milestone year when we celebrated the 25th anniversary of the court decision establishing that women in New York have the same right as men to go topless, we went topless enthusiastically and without incident, all over this great city of ours. It was fun, it was refreshing, it was healthy, and it was legal.

And you — you came to our blog from virtually every country on the face of the globe and you witnessed our liberty and shared in our adventures. What follows is a distillation of the year’s events, based on which of our photos you clicked on most. These were our most popular images of the year — and some of our favorites too.

We hope you’ll enjoy revisiting these memories, and maybe next spring, when it warms up again, will join us to make new ones.

Without further ado, the top ten images from our out-and-about-in-the-city’s-parks adventures:

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And the top ten from our visits to our favorite rooftop sanctuaries…

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And for good measure, a few from other events around NYC:

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IMG_3444fAround this time each year, a little pop-up village of craftspeople and artisans and vendors appears in Columbus Circle to help New Yorkers with their holiday shopping. This year, the usual festive atmosphere was enlivened by the addition of a layer of snow on top of the candy-cane stripes and statuary, and one of our braver members decided to venture out in that snow with only a fur hat and a pair of gloves to keep her warm from the waist up.

IMG_3381IMG_3376fIMG_3324fIMG_3306fConsider it a tribute to the resilience of the human body and a precursor to our annual topless snowball fight, which we’ll hold in 2018 when snowfall permits. If you’d like to take part in that — or maybe in one of our warmer indoor events! — send us email: toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com.

In the meantime, we wish you all a very merry, happy, safe, healthy and free holiday season.

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IMG_2994What to do when it’s cold outside? How about an interactive theater event where eight of us gather in one member’s apartment to play the roles of suspects in a murder mystery? Yes, please.

Thanks to the ingenious and creative folks at 8Players, we had the pleasure of being immersed in a poisonous 1950s film-noir-come-to-life, complete with a (make-believe) dead body and eight, um, players, each with a hidden past rife with secrets and motives for doing dirt to the deceased.

IMG_3099cIMG_3061We were provided with costume suggestions by the director (yes, yes, we know; costume suggestions for a bunch of people who prefer being naked, that was never going to last for long) and told to meet downstairs at 6:53pm. A handy bar on the ground floor supplied liquid courage, and then a masked man led us upstairs, single-file–

IMG_2926IMG_2934–enjoined us not to speak to one another, and firmly escorted us into the darkened apartment, where we were given our starting positions for the drama to come.

IMG_2949IMG_2958IMG_2965Stirring music set the mood, as did dramatic use of shadow and candlelight. We were each given a card to read, supplying some tantalizing bits of information about the nefarious people we were playing, and then–

And then we were set loose to interrogate and accuse one another, in character, for two hours. Who’d seen what? Who knew whom? How many of us were secretly sleeping with each other? And just what happened to the handsome woodsman’s missing axe…?

IMG_2999Fast-forward to Act III: we’re standing shoulder-to-shoulder, our costumes strewn in pieces on the floor, and the story is approaching its feverish climax. What seemed to be a crime yarn  ghost-written jointly by Agatha Christie and Orson Welles turns out to have a touch of Rod Serling to it as well. Revelation piles on revelation, until, at last — the killer is revealed!

IMG_3003And then, before we quite know what is happening, the 8Players team silently exits the apartment, no sign of their presence remaining, leaving the eight of us to catch our breaths and giddily discuss what we’d just gone through. It was a treat, a chance to step out of not only our clothing but, for two hours, also our identities. Or, if you prefer, it was the best game of Clue ever, only with Miss Scarlet and Colonel Mustard wearing a bit less than the Brothers Parker ever imagined.

IMG_3096Which goes to show — pulp fiction needn’t be limited to the page, nor toplessness to the summer.

More indoor adventures to come.

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IMG_2873Each winter, when it’s too cold outdoors for going topless, we round up our gang and head to our favorite spa for an evening of fun in the sauna, steam room, and lemon-filled soaking tubs.

IMG_2895IMG_2894Usually we wait until December, but this year we couldn’t because the spa is about to undergo extensive renovations — so we had to get in before the wrecking ball came.

It was hardly a hardship. Warm as September and October were this year, November has been, as people used to say, as cold as a witch’s tit. (Why did they say this, we wonder. Would witches have abnormally cold tits? We count some practicing witches among our membership, and haven’t noticed any particular mammary hypothermia.) In any event, it’s been cold, and the warmth of the spa was welcome indeed.

IMG_2889As was the excellent company. Twenty-one of us showed up, ranging from old friends to first-timers, and in addition to the wonderful facilities, we all enjoyed fabulous massages at the hands of the spa’s crack therapists. (Afterwards, a dozen of us commandeered a quiet room and treated ourselves to fabulous follow-up massages at our own hands, about which we will discreetly say no more, except that the MLTEK Bullet plus Trojan H20 is one powerful combination.)

IMG_2903But for all the physical pleasures (and they were many), the greatest satisfaction was just getting to relax with a group of thoughtful, smart, interesting women, and not being self-conscious about our bodies or anything else. “Just humans being human,” as one member put it.

IMG_2868IMG_2904IMG_2913If you’d like to try just being human with us sometime, we’d love to hear from you. Our email is toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com and all women are welcome.

No reason to spend the winter shivering when warmth is close at hand.

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IMG_2475It’s not precisely freezing in New York City yet — it’s at least 33 degrees — but it’s certainly too cold to stroll topless through Central Park, or to lie naked on a rooftop sundeck. So how have we been spending our time instead? Finally getting around to tidying up this website, which had become a bit unwieldy, with more than 250 posts on a single long home page.

Oh, the home page is still there, for anyone who really likes scrolling through a thousand photos (and then some!), but we have also categorized every post (which ones take place at a pool? near a bridge? in the rain?), and also organized them by year. So if you want to browse by date or subject matter, you’ll find handy links now at the top of the screen.

To celebrate this new organization, we thought we’d flash back to some memorable images and locations from each of the past seven years.

Seven years! Can you believe we’ve been out and about, bare-chested, in New York City for that long? Well, we have. And the next seven are going to be even better. If you’re a body-positive woman — any age, race, sexuality, body type — and would like to be part of the fun, drop us a note: toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com. We’d love to have you join us.

Meanwhile, won’t you join us for this warming walk down memory lane?

2011:

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IMG_6384IMG_7110IMG_5271IMG_5466IMG_55942015:

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IMG_0373Shape.com, the website of Shape Magazine, just ran a lovely article about us. You can see it here.

They interviewed two of our members who spoke eloquently about their experiences with the group and why we do what we do. Strangely, though, they didn’t include images of either of those members in the article. Nor did they show any photos of, you know, bare breasts.

We’re happy to rectify that oversight.

IMG_7462And we welcome any Shape.com readers who found their way here through that site. If you’re a body-positive woman in the New York area and you’d like to take part in one of our events — or even if you’re just curious — we’d love to hear from you. You can reach us at toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com.

IMG_2650Going topless is healthy; going topless is liberating; and in New York, going topless is legal. Won’t you join us?

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