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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.

We’re still waiting for properly warm weather to land in New York for more than an hour or two at a time — it will, we know it will, but it hasn’t, and we’re getting tired of waiting for it.

One of our members got so tired of waiting she flew off to the Riviera Maya, from whose sunlit shores she sent these two photos, just to make the rest of us jealous.

It worked.

But next week it’s supposed to get up into the high 70s here! So hope is not the only thing springing eternal — spring should finally be springing too.

Want to join us in turning New York City into, if not a tropical paradise, at least a topless one? Email us at toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com. All body-positive women welcome. Let’s show the world you don’t have to fly thousands of miles from home to enjoy freedom under the sun. 🙂

IMG_4411Enough pussyfooting around.

If you care about freedom (and what are you doing on this site if you don’t?), if you care about women’s rights and equal rights, if you care about driving racism and hatred back under the rocks they’ve been crawling out from, if you’re of legal age and a U.S. citizen and entitled to cast a vote in tomorrow’s elections — do it. No excuses. No bullshit. We’re all busy. We’re all disappointed with the options. Doesn’t matter. Go out and vote like your life depends on it, because it quite literally might.

0911-bWe’re not big on symbols, and when you see red, white, and blue around us it’s more likely to be random than intentional.

IMG_7423IMG_6225Or done in a spirit of fun.

IMG950323But these are not fun times we’re in. Sometimes an election really matters, and this is one of those times. Protecting our country from the gruesome excesses and cruelties of those in power matters. And we’re asking you to stand up for what matters. Especially when all you have to do to take this particular stand is find your polling place, and pull a lever.

cp3-xIt’s time to balance all the red and white in this country with a little bit more blue.

Don’t let us down.

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It’s wintry and wet out now, and in the days leading up to the election there have been eruptions of hatred and violence and cruelty. It’s hard to remember sometimes that this year has had good times in it too. It’s important to take a moment to remember warmer, happier days, outdoors and in.

Sweater2The summer will come again.

IMG_7105IMG_5590IMG_4499IMG_2386IMG_1205In the meantime, go out and vote, goddamn it.

IMG_4470For any color hat other than red.

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IMG_9305Most years, it’s indoor weather by the time October rolls around. This year, we’ve been blessed with some warmer days. It won’t last — these late reprieves never do. But we took advantage of this week’s to gather on our favorite clothing-optional roofdeck for some serenity and naked relaxation.

IMG_9279The fall means back to school, so people in need of some afternoon stress relief include students, newly laden with homework (in anatomy class, no less!)

IMG_9377IMG_9380IMG_9202IMG_9232…and teachers, glad for the chance to let their hair down outside the classroom.

IMG_9338IMG_9265(Have we ever had a teacher cross paths with one of her own students at one of our events? Not yet. It might happen eventually, we suppose. It’ll be what they call a teaching moment.)

IMG_9248Our other attendees included an instructor of a different sort (fitness) and of course students of different sorts (aren’t we all students of one sort or another? in the great classroom of life?).

IMG_9099IMG_9176But it was all recess, no homework on this particular school day.

We can’t promise too many more warm afternoons as the semester winds on, but we do have plans for fun indoor activities over the colder months. If you’d like to join us, we’d be very glad to hear from you — just write to us at toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com. All body-positive women are welcome. You don’t even need to get naked your first time, if you’re nervous. We were all first-timers once; it’s normal.

IMG_9147But do come. You already know what freedom looks like. Don’t you deserve to know what it feels like too? 🙂

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IMG_9959Our group’s name notwithstanding, we read all sorts of books, not just pulp fiction. (Not even just fiction.) But when we do read pulp fiction, it’s often from a line called Hard Case Crime, which was founded by a friend of our group who kindly gives us advance peeks into what they’re going to be publishing months and months before anyone else gets to see.

IMG_1708IMG_1765IMG_5166IMG_3593This summer, that meant getting an early look at a first novel called Charlesgate Confidential by film critic Scott Von Doviak. And what a great read it is. An art heist in 1946 leads to a hunt for the missing art in 1986 and then to a series of murders related to the still missing art in the present day, and it’s all woven together in a twisty, satisfying way, all over Boston (even though we read it all over New York).

IMG_4059IMG_7788IMG_1724IMG_7785IMG_7623IMG_7680And we’d offer to lend you one of our ragged, dog-eared copies,

IMG_0074except now we don’t have to because this coming Tuesday the book’s finally being published and you’ll be able to get a copy for yourself!

IMG_9929We don’t generally shill for books, even ones published by our friends, but this one is pretty terrific. Don’t believe us? Here’s what a random guy named Stephen King said about it on Twitter back in June: “Get this book, campers. It’s a fun machine…the white-knuckle kind.”

How did Stephen King get his hands on a copy? Are we saying that Stephen King came to one of our events and stole one of our precious copies of Charlesgate Confidential?? We are so, so, so totally not saying that. Because it wouldn’t be true.

But we do love us some Stephen King too. 🙂

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