Well, it’s true: we do want to change the world. Just like John Lennon wrote.
We want people to see women’s bodies the same way they see men’s: neutrally, as objects in the world, objects of beauty some of the time, objects of simple utility other times, in either event deserving of respect and fair treatment. The way we set out to achieve this is by going out in the world and using our bodies in a wide variety of ways, and doing it unclothed to the same extent men have been doing for ages, and hoping that repeated exposure to the sight will cure people of whatever concerns or anxiety or fear or prejudices they might have.
Most of the time this involves sitting in the park reading books — we are a book club, after all. But when Adam Benedetto of Loudest Yeller Bicycle Tours approached us to suggest a topless bicycle tour of literary and historical sites in downtown Manhattan, we jumped at the chance.
So, at 11am on a balmy Saturday morning, a dozen of us met up with Adam at his headquarters in Brooklyn, at the foot of the Williamsburg Bridge.
Now, not all of us are what you would call expert riders of the two-wheeled contraptions we were being asked to climb aboard. But Adam reassured us that in all his years of running bicycle tours around the world, from here to Shanghai, he’s never had an accident. And sure enough, once we were all seated and pedaling and got the initial wobblies out of the way, breezing through the city streets turned out to be a joy — an absolute joy.
We headed first for the ferry dock to drop off supplies with Adam’s fiancee (she was leading another tour at the same time — not a topless one, sadly), then bicycled across the Williamsburg Bridge. And let me just say this: if you have never bicycled across a New York City bridge bare-chested on a warm summer day, well, you simply haven’t lived.
The next five hours — yes, five hours — sped by in a blur of exercise, education, conversation, and bare bodies. We rode along the Battery Park esplanade toward the Statue of Liberty, where one of our number was enlisted to recite poet and activist Emma Lazarus’ sonnet The New Colossus — not just the famous part, but the whole thing: “Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand/A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame/Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name/Mother of Exiles…” (Imagine it, if you will, read in a beautiful British accent, courtesy of one of our ex-pat members.)
From there it was on to Wall Street, purely for the ironic juxtaposition, and to discover that tourists find bare breasts absolutely astonishing, judging by the number who turned their cameras on us.
City Hall Park, where the mayor presides over New York’s affairs, was a short ride away, and Adam pointed out the site — now up for rent — where in the 19th century Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton published the women’s rights newspaper called The Revolution. (An appropriate theme for our group on any day, but doubly appropriate on a day of bicycling!)
After a stop at the African Burial Ground National Monument, we cycled past the giant, imposing courthouses where in past years women were sometimes brought before judges for doing no more than we were doing on that very spot, at that very moment.
On we went, to the crowded streets of Chinatown and Little Italy,
…where finally we stopped to pick up the makings of a picnic lunch. Disappointingly, Murray’s Cheese chased us out before we could buy anything there, citing some entirely nonexistent health code supposedly being violated by our bodies, but their next door neighbor — Faicco’s Italian Specialties — welcomed us warmly, sold us sandwiches and cookies and fancy imported sodas, and did it all with a smile.
Next stop: Washington Square Park, where we rested our well-worked-out calves and thighs and glutes while munching, kicking a ball around with some guys who were playing nearby, and chatting with a New York Post reporter, who looked like she was about two seconds away from taking her shirt off too…but never quite got there. Next time. 🙂
After lunch we had all those new calories to work off, and we did it with a visit to a former women’s prison, the site of the Triangle Shirtwaist Fire, the Stonewall Inn, and the former workplace of Anais Nin.
At this point it briefly rained, but you know what? Far from ruining the day, it felt refreshing and wonderful. Basically nothing could ruin the day for us. Even when one of us got a flat tire and we had to stop while Adam patched it, we found ourselves outside a downtown boxing gym, where this fellow entertained us by working his jumprope outside on the sidewalk.
Now, look at that chest. Just look at it. Isn’t that an object of beauty? Sexually attractive? It certainly is. And no one but no one told him to put a shirt on or asked what he was doing exposing himself where children might see. No one bothered him or whistled at him or booed or cheered or applauded. And that’s as it should be. All we ask is equal treatment for our bodies. It’s really not that much to ask.
From there, it was back to the bridge–
–and back to Brooklyn, where we returned our bikes and helmets and bid Adam a fond and grateful farewell.
He’s the best — well informed, a great guide, a feminist through and through, and a whiz on two wheels. If you’re in the mood to discover New York by bicycle, you should totally contact him: adam@loudestyeller.com.
And if you’re in the mood to discover the pleasure of being topless outdoors while it’s still warm enough to enjoy it, you should totally contact us: toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com.
It’s your body. Why not enjoy it?
It’s how we hold our revolution.
It’s how we change the world.
Great sequence of photographs! The bike tour was definitely different. Would love to see more variety like that.
I’m so glad that the women of NY have the freedom to go topless. I’m a naturist who is from NY but spent 20 years in Fla frequenting Haulover beach.. You Go girls. Proud of you! Stand up for your rights.
Scotty
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And I endorse this message. Go forth, and free the people.
That rope-skipper’s chest is, as you say, the greatest argument for your cause. One of your best blog posts yet. Ta.
And glad you enjoyed the day so much: you deserved it!
Those are wonderful pictures of what looks like a fun event. I was glad to see the gals wearing activity appropriate shorts and shoes. Sometimes, in the pics from parks for instance, some of the gals are wearing only bikini bottoms or even what looks like panties, some even fully nude. I don’t think you see very many men in the parks wearing only speedos or tighty whities or fully nude. Equality in dress codes should be universal law, but I think some in your group push the issue a bit too far, and seem to be aiming for shock value instead of equality. These pictures today just illustrated a healthy fun day in the sun. Bravo!
Plenty of men wear only speedos in the park. And since when is a bikini bottom not “activity appropriate” when the activity is swimming or sunbathing? That’s what speedos and bikinis were made for, for heaven’s sake. Underwear is another story, but honestly, underwear sometimes covers more than some swimsuits do. Now, full nudity is generally not legal outdoors either for women or for men, and we rarely go fully nude in a public place — but when we do, it’s not to shock anyone (indeed, we only do it when there’s no one else around to see or be shocked), it’s just for comfort and relaxation.
Now this is the kind of protest I can get behind..or in front of! The more the merrier. You go beautiful ladies!
I’d say you got a real solution –
You’ll even change the constitution!
🙂
No gifs? 😦
Not sure if you were aware of it but on the same day as your ride was the 8th annual Philly Naked Bike Ride, which has a philosophy very similar to yours.
https://philadelphianakedbikeride.wordpress.com/
Keep up the good work.
No! Didn’t realize that. We know of the WNBR, of course, but did’t know it was going on somewhere that day.
Glad to see you all wearing your helmets! That’s a kind of “topless” you don’t want to be on a bike.
Another great story! I love reading about your adventures.
I shudder to think of the damage ‘Road Rash’ could do…
…as a Dane, we are very blase about nudity. But clothing was invented for protection; the elements, the sun, bugs and if you are biking, the road.
Took a spill once on a piece of plastic car parts, left on the road after an accident. The town cemetery truck was passing by and a guy jumped out to check on me as I was lying on the road. As I (painfully) got up, he yelled back at the driver, “This one isn’t a pickup, just bring the bandages”. Gravedigger humor I guess.
They then spent the next five minutes slapping bandages on me, everywhere.
Be safe.
We were safe. No accidents, no falls, no scrapes. Just pleasure.