For good books.
For good weather, that allowed us to meet 24 times this year (so far!).
For living in a city where our bodies are not objects of ridicule or fear or shame in the eyes of the law.
For the thousands of people who’ve seen us lying bare-chested in the park and gone on with their days, untroubled.
For the people who’ve come to this blog 7,561,724 times, from places as far away as the Republic of Kiribati and Tonga and Samoa and, yes, one time, we are not making this up, Vatican City.
For all your emails and Facebook messages and tweets in support of what we’re doing.
For the 83-year-old woman who sat with us for an hour, and for her poodle, and for the delight they both clearly felt.
For you, whoever you are out there, for being part of our adventure.
Happy Holidays, friends.