Pulling a Rabbit Out of a Hat

There’s something magical about how winter cedes its place to spring in New York.

Just two weeks ago, Central Park looked like this —

—–and it took a lot of bravery, of a different sort than we usually exhibit, to take your shirt off in the blasting cold.

A fortnight later, and it’s in the mid-sixties — practically balmy! — and people are taking their tops off left and right. And by people we of course mean men.

So why not us? Why not, indeed.

The surprise onset of warmer weather meant we couldn’t get a proper group together in time to carpe the diem, but one of our long-time members (Not even 18 yet the first time she contacted us! And now 22 — how time flies) decided today was a day for soaking up some Vitamin D.

TL/DR: The trees are still bare, and so are we. And all be want to say about that (setting aside any consideration of global warming) is: what a wonderful world.

P.S. Want to join us the next time it’s warm enough to get topless in the great outdoors? We always have room for one more. If you’re a body-positive woman in NYC and either know you want to try this or are trying to work up the nerve, drop us a note: toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com.

There’s no other feeling quite like it. And there’s no reason only men should get to enjoy it.