What do you love — really love?

Being surrounded by people who care about you, people you find interesting and stimulating and kind, people who offer support without judgment and friendship without hesitation? We love that too.

We love being in the sun — it’s a small thing, we know that, we don’t mean to suggest it’s the linchpin of a happy life, but we do love it, and we don’t apologize for it. We love how it feels warming our skin in the summer and we’ll miss it when the winter takes it away.

We love fresh fruit, bursting with ripeness in our mouths. We love the practically intoxicating concentration of flavor in a perfect strawberry, a sun-warmed grape, a summer plum.

We love nibbling a delicate little cookie.

We love a cool drink on a hot day, a swallow of spring water that’s been kept in the shade, a mouthful of wine straight from the bottle.

We love our books, all books, everything made of paper and bound between covers stiff or soft — books with stories in them, books that argue and elucidate and explore ideas, and books, too, with nothing on their pages at all until we put something there. Perhaps our very own image.

We love our bodies. Yes, our bodies. Even though some days we don’t love them, we mostly do, or are learning to. It’s a lifetime project, but we like to think we’re rapid learners, and we’re on our way.

How’s this for a tautology: we love how our bodies feel when they feel the way we love.

We love the way we can push them to search and seek and ask what’s on the other side of that wall?

We love that we can draw on them and pierce them and make them ours.

Or not decorate them. That’s good too.

We love being naked. Not just topless, all the way naked, nothing between us and the air, the sun, the world, each other.

We love our freedom. To do as we wish and be who we are without fear or shame.

We love the company of other women.

And we are lucky, so very lucky, to live lives where we can sometimes, even if only for an exquisite afternoon, be surrounded by all the things we love.

You know what else we’d love?

We’d love to share it with you.

And if you get in touch with us — toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com, @topless_pulp on Insta, @toplesspulp on Twitter — we will.