One thing none of our regular outdoor events offer is a chance to get wet. Manhattan might be an island, but that island has no beaches, and public pools are few and not nude-friendly. Yes, we can spend an hour on the subway and go to Coney Island (or two hours on a bus to get to Gunnison Beach in New Jersey), but sometimes you just want a dip in a pool closer by.

Our solution: a handy inflatable we keep tucked away in a storage closet on our favorite rooftop sundeck.

The sundeck is private property and clothing optional, so even without the pool there it’s a little bit of Eden in our urban existence. We can relax without any worry about bothering (or being bothered by) random onlookers.

With some snacks and books on hand,

and a couple of giant umbrellas for shade

it’s pretty heavenly.

But blow up the pool and add water? That takes things to a whole nother level.

At our most recent event, we were joined by several first-timers who’d discovered us via Instagram,

as well as some dear friends of long standing.

One of the nicest things was hearing from the first-timers afterwards. “We had such a truly lovely time meeting and spending time with all of you,” one wrote. “We didn’t know what to expect before we came,” said another, “and it was completely comfortable and friendly and felt wonderful.”

That’s what we love to hear.

Our next rooftop event is coming up soon — if you’d like to hear about others and maybe come to one yourself, we welcome all body-positive women who are game to give it a try. Just email toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com or message us at @ToplessPulp on Insta.

After all — who said nude sunbathing is only for the French Riviera?