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There are so many things we treasure about our get-togethers: the physical pleasure of being bare under the sun on a warm day; the confidence that comes from taking ownership of your body and being proud rather than ashamed of it, strong rather than timid; the knowledge that we’re taking a stand for freedom and equal rights and educating both women and men about what equality means and why it matters. But it’s also just really nice to meet other open-minded, non-judgmental women with whom we can really let our hair down, talk openly, and be ourselves.

What does it mean to be ourselves? It means reading what we want, without having to explain or apologize for our choices.

It means wearing what we want — and as little or as much as we want, for any reason or no reason at all.

It means making our bodies look the way we like — whether that means hair the color of a tropical sunset or a moonlit sky or ink placed wherever the mood strikes us.

It means eating what we like, whether that’s healthy or unhealthy, vegan or omnivore, knowing that our friends may not share our every appetite but will respect our choices.

It also means knowing our choices will be respected in other areas of self expression and personal pleasure.

We strive to live by that most useful kindergarten maxim, “Don’t yuck someone else’s yum.” Even when someone else’s yum looks like it must be uncomfortable–

–or involves stealing our food.

As we approach the season of family-themed holidays — Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas — we want to say that this is our family, and we’re proud of every one of them.

Except maybe the squirrel.

Fall is coming. As much as we might wish summer would last forever, next week it comes to an end. Yes, the temperatures are still poking up into the 70s most days, but pretty soon they’ll top out in the 60s, and then it’ll be 50s, and then we’ll all be wearing knit hats and the greenmarkets will be touting hot apple cider.

But we’re still hanging on to summer with both hands — we held an event in the park yesterday, and we think we can get in one last visit to our favorite rooftop sundeck, too.

Will it be as exceptionally well attended as this one was? Probably not. It’s easier to get people to come out and shed their clothes in August than September. But if anything can inspire us to strip down to the barest of bare essentials, it’s our little rooftop sanctuary.

What calls to us here? The relative privacy, for one thing. Though any guest of the hotel can use the roof, few ever do. And the easygoing, live-and-let-live atmosphere helps too. (The fellow in the foreground here wasn’t a member of our group, but he didn’t seem bothered to have two dozen naked women descend on him — or, as you can see, unduly excited by it.)

We like having an outdoor spot where we can relax in peace–

–with some cool water and a stack of books.

Where we can eat a simple meal–

Draw a little, paint a bit–

Catch up with whatever’s happening on the internet–

Share with our neighbors–

Be neighborly in other ways–

And just bask in the sun–

–all without worrying that the sight of our bodies might alarm or offend anyone.

Remember that interview Shailene Woodley gave at the height of her Divergent fame, where she talked about the salutary effects of sunlight on body parts too often kept under wraps? “I like to give my vagina a little Vitamin D,” she was quoted as saying. “When the sun finally comes out, spread your legs and get some sunshine.” We feel the same way.

Only with warm days in waning supply, it’s less when the sun finally comes out and more before the sun goes away.

What will we do over the winter? Oh, we always find fun things to do indoors. We sing karaoke, we visit the spa, we do yoga.

Or we brave the snow and ice for some Polar Bear Club-style outdoor fun:

But there’s nothing quite like the freedom and the unstinting, luxurious abandon of getting naked together on a summer afternoon in a cozy spot where you know you’ll feel comfortable and loved and accepted.

“Prelapsarian” is one of our favorite obscure words. It means “before the fall,” but less in the calendrical sense than the biblical one. It refers to the time in Eden, when we were naked and innocent. Well. Far be it for us to preach, but we believe you can make your own Eden, even in the heart of busy, noisy, not-so-innocent New York City.

We’ve made ours.

And if you’d like to join us there for our last visit of 2019, let us know. (Email: toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com. Insta: @topless_pulp.)

We think Mother Sol has one more dose of Vitamin D left in her.

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.

After our mammoth odyssey in lower Manhattan, it was nice to hold our next gathering somewhere serene and private — the rooftop sundeck we return to each summer to recharge our batteries (solar batteries, of course).

Yes, we love challenging convention and expectations by going topless in public spaces; it’s fun and we feel it’s important, standing up for equal rights and taking steps toward desexualizing the female body. But it’s also nice to spend an afternoon once in a while with no random onlookers around expressing their surprise, dismay or delight. And it’s even nicer to get to enjoy the sun with no swimsuit on at all!

So we headed back to our sundeck (it really does feel like our sundeck at this point — we’ve been going there for eight summers!) and spread out on towels and blankets…

…and couches and lounge chairs…

…and in the inflatable pool we keep for especially hot days.

Our ranks were bolstered by several very enthusiastic first-timers–

–as well as equally enthusiastic returning friends. (More than just friends. Once you’ve spent an afternoon naked with someone, they’re family.)

Our family included all ages, all races, all body types, but with one thing in common: respect for each other. Kindess. And if that seems like two things to you, well, okay, but we think they go hand in hand.

Books on hand this time ranged from epic fantasy–

–to hardboiled crime–

–to modern YA classics.

Food included mac and cheese, decadent Doughnut Plant doughnuts, and a tasty blueberry ale. (Never fear, we didn’t let our underage members drink any!)

And we spent a good portion of our time plotting and planning exciting events to come. For instance, we decided that day to do a topless dinner at a restaurant we’d been to once before, three years earlier — and a few days later, we did just that (as you’ll see in a future blog post, we promise!). And we planned a beach trip that’s scheduled for just a few hours from now.

But mostly we just relaxed in peace and harmony and soaked up that respect and kindness, which warmed us not one iota less than the sun’s mighty rays.

Why can’t all days be like this? Why can’t all people?

Well, we’re grateful at least that some days can be — and some people — and that our lives contain a good number of both.

If your life has been feeling deficient in these things — naked time, kindness, respect — we would love for you to join us and share ours. All women are welcome, whether you’ve ever done anything like this before or not. Just email us at toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com or message us at @ToplessPulp on Instagram or Twitter. We’ll keep a spot warm for you.

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?

Each year around this time of year, with the city’s colleges and private schools out for the summer and public schools about to be, we like to hold a picnic in one of Central Park’s quieter spots for students and recent graduates, to celebrate several things: the end of another school year; the fact that in New York it is legal for women to go topless anywhere a man can; and the fact that this equal right applies equally to all women, regardless of age, race, background, body type, sexuality or any other attribute.

Why is this last point important? Well, in terms of age, we’ve found that girls and young women often feel uncertain whether the law really applies to them, and this lack of certainty and lack of confidence too often leads them to curb their own exercise of the freedoms they’re entitled to. No young man, having just finished a year of high school, would ever question whether he’s entitled to take his shirt off for a game of frisbee in the park — but ask his twin sister if she’s got the same right and you’re likely to get a different answer.

In terms of race, women of color often (and understandably) are uncertain that they’ll be treated with as much tolerance as white women — by either random passerby or the police — if they choose to go topless in a public place. And queer women sometimes worry that, if they are perceived as such. their rights might not be respected as much as those of their cishet sisters.

And of course the intersection of two or more of those identities can lead to higher anxiety still, and an even greater tendency toward self-policing.

So: our student picnic, where we specifically reach out to young women who might not otherwise even have heard of our group, and go out of our way to put together an event that’s diverse in as many dimensions as possible. It’s not “virtue signaling” — it’s a project to deliberately assemble a group large enough and diverse enough that everyone can feel comfortable within it, and then give first-timers who might never otherwise try outdoor toplessness a chance to do so. (It also doesn’t mean we don’t care about diversity the rest of the time — it’s always important to us. But we think it’s good also to make a special extra effort from time to time.)

We also invite some of our longtime members, to act as guides and ease the newcomers’ transition into the world of body comfort.

To jump to the happy ending: this year again, as in all previous years we’ve been doing this, we had a wonderful time. None of the random passerby who wandered through the glade we quietly took over gave us more than a passing glance, no one complained, and no one was made to feel uncomfortable. As for our new members themselves, everyone was friendly and warm and open, and by the end of the event, everyone was gladly exchanging contact info and pledging to stay in touch.

Some were so comfortable, they left the park with their breasts uncovered, relishing their new freedom.

As one new member told us after, “It was my first time and it felt very normal to just be outdoors with bare skin. I was surprisingly very comfortable and I hope to muster up the courage to do this more often when I’m alone in public.”

Alone is tougher, of course — people are more likely to give a hard time to a woman who’s by herself than a group of ten or twenty women. There is safety in numbers, and strength, and solidarity. But alone or in groups, we are so glad to see that more women are discovering the pleasure of what we do and mustering the courage to do it themselves.

So…how about you? Would you like to try it sometime? If you’ve been curious or tempted, even if you were also unsure or nervous, please take a moment and email us. We’re at toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com. We’ll find the event — small or large, more private or more public, only topless or fully nude — that’s right for you.

Now is the time, while it’s warm out and while a little voice inside is saying, “You can do that too.” You can. It’s your right. Let us help you discover it.

We meet outdoors all summer long, and though the summer doesn’t actually start on Memorial Day, people tend to think of that long weekend as the proper start of the summer season.

Meaning: time for fresh fruit, cool beverages…

…good books, and lying in the sun.

Sometimes we do it with a whole crowd of friends, sometimes just a few of us. (And sometimes we meet new friends, like these lovely butterflies.)

But another new decoration on our favorite rooftop sundeck, all bright in her red, white, and blue finery, reminds us that Memorial Day marks endings as well as beginnings. Dating back to 1800s, the holiday was created to memorialize soldiers who died defending the country — and while we might not be the flag-waving type most of the time, we do appreciate the freedoms we have. Including the freedom to read and write what we wish, the freedom of assembly, and yes, the freedom to go topless in public places if we wish. That last one might seem frivolous, but it isn’t really. It’s all of a piece. It’s life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, right? Well, this is how we pursue happiness.

Freedom means freedom. And you’ll never feel quite so free — so liberated — as when you take off your clothes on a beautiful day and let the sun bathe your bare skin.

Won’t you join us? All freedom-loving, body-positive women are welcome. Just email us at toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com — we’ll find a time and a place for you to pursue happiness with us.