The first dozen days of April were cold in New York City, and now here we are on April 16th and it’s both cold and rainy. It was cold and rainy yesterday, too. And windy. But you know when it wasn’t cold, rainy, and windy? Friday the 13th.
Friday the 13th will henceforth live in our memory as one of the luckiest days of the year. We woke up in the morning to the unaccustomed spectacle of sunny skies, and they just got sunnier as the day wore on.
Out in Central Park, on the lawn at Columbus Circle, a group of men were playing football on the grass, some of them with no shirts on. Some of the spectators looking on were shirtless too — the male spectators.
But until we arrived, there wasn’t a woman in the place who had the temerity to take her top off. Well, temerity is our middle name. (Really, check our birth certificate, you’ll see.) So no sooner were we sitting down than our tops were lying on the grass beside us.
It was a chance to catch up with some old friends…
…and to meet some new ones, too. (We have a feeling our new friends will be old friends before the summer is out.)
We were visited at one point by a beautiful dog, whose owner was in town from Florida, where she says she gladly goes naked on the beach. But she wasn’t quite ready to go topless with us here. Not sure why, since we were clearly doing it with no adverse consequences. But we’re glad she spent some time chatting with us, and maybe if she comes back to New York sometime this summer she’ll look us up again.
By the way, if you’re going to be in New York this summer and would like to join us, just drop a note to toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com. We welcome all women who would like to share this experience with us!
Also by the way: you don’t need to be an adorable puppy to get scratched behind the ears. 🙂
All that talk of going nude on the beach in Florida may have inspired us, or maybe it was just the presence of beautiful yellow flowers in full bloom, but one of us decided she needed to experience nature au naturel. Temerity, remember.
Happily her naked moment conferrin’ with the flowers (yes, we’re Oz fans, too) didn’t cause any alarm bells to clang and we were able to finish out the afternoon bare to the waist.
How lovely it was! How salubrious and gleeful and, and…human. Even when the time came to get dressed again, we did it with big smiles on our faces.
Every man in the city should have the experience of walking bare-chested in the park on a beautiful spring day — and every woman, too. Men have been doing it forever, of course. But now? Now women are too. And we couldn’t feel luckier.
Some Friday 13ths are better than others, obviously this was one was superb !!! We can totally relate to the one lady who felt inspired to enjoy a few moments fully natural, as nudists ourselves we too have experienced those moments. It’s inspiring and freeing. ❤
Was the Satanic shirt worn for Friday the 13th? Have you seen any of the crazies yelling at you yet for it? I have run into a couple of them while wearing way less problematic clothing!
Oh, that was just worn for fun. And no, no one yelled at her for it. This is New York. If every time you saw a satanic shirt you yelled, you’d be hoarse in no time.
Is it wrong that I kept skipping through the pictures to get to the next paragraph of writing?
You do writing with such wit, thought and humanity that I keep looking forward to that. My fear is that I am not doing justice to your members who are happy (and proud, I daresay) to demonstrate that “it’s just a body and it doesn’t need to be sexual, just appreciated for the human beauty of it”.
Ah well, I hope to get it right some day. Thank you for giving me the directions. And, more words please. 🙂
The images are fun and great, as always. EXIF data on the couple of imeages I checked gives a 4/12 creation date. Was the photographer’s camera date off?
Hm. We definitely didn’t meet on the 12th; it was definitely the 13th. I don’t know what the explanation is for the EXIF data being incorrect, but if it says 4/12, it is.
Welcome back, sunshine; here’s to a long, hot, topless summer.
PS Wonderful how that daffodil just happened to be growing in that very spot…
I almost wished it rained.
If it had she could also have consulted with the rain. A little riddle unraveling later and she could have been another Lincoln. I think maybe that your country could use another Lincoln.
And in my delight at the (temporary) arrival of spring in your part of the world, I promoted you in a Pagan erotica page on Facebook. And now I’m in Facebook limbo! Oh well, I am always delighted and amused by your attitude and like to encourage others to visit!
But, I have to say that the rampaging Puritanism and anti-body notions growing right now are troubling. All hail Oestre, the Goddess of Spring! (Even here in snowy Edmonton, the earth stirs toward spring…)
Wow, this is new. I’ve heard of “Tip-toeing through the Tulips” but never “Dancing with the Daffodils”. Very cool!