It’s beautiful out in NYC these days — maybe a touch too hot (yesterday was something like 95 degrees), but very, very beautiful, with the sky a gorgeous shade of blue and home to fluffy white clouds. The trees are a green so vibrant you’d think they’d been sweetened in Photoshop. If you asked a painter in darkest Finland or coldest Siberia to imagine summer, they’d paint it like this.

And amid all this unnatural beauty and thermometer-busting heat, what could possibly feel better than stripping off as much clothing as you possibly can? Best of all would be to get naked — let’s be honest, as the temperature approaches 100 degrees, any clothes at all are too much to be wearing. A g-string might as well be a down parka. But we’re good citizens and prefer not to violate the law (mostly!), so when we go out to a public park we limit ourselves to the same degree of dishabille as men are allowed: something on from the waist down, nothing at all from the bellybutton up. (Unless it’s a mask, because, you know.)

And what a treat it is to share this adventure in intentional immodesty with other open-minded women! A dozen of us met on the grass and shared sunscreen and snacks (hurrah for the donut peach! so delectable!)

Reading material and art supplies–

Advice on reinvention through the adoption of the brightest of colors —

And even a bit of first aid.

In attendance were native New Yorkers and recent transplants, fresh high school grads and members three times their age, a professional photographer and an aspiring neuroscientist. In other words, our usual diverse mix, but all bound by a common set of convictions: that women have all the same rights as men, that the female body is nothing to be ashamed or afraid of, and that nothing beats the feeling of being bare-chested under the summer sun.

We even enjoyed the satisfaction of inspiring a neighboring couple to go full equal rights: when they came out on the grass, only the boy had his nipples bare but after seeing us she proudly did it too.

Would you like to join us next time? If you’re an open-minded woman and want to share this little taste of freedom, email us at toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com. Yes, there’s a pandemic on and we all have to be careful — and we promise we are. No one wants to get sick. But there’s a way to be careful and enjoy the simple pleasures of summer too. And there’s no simpler, purer pleasure than the kiss of sunlight on parts the world unfairly banishes to the shadows.