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IMG_6067For the fourth year in a row, we celebrated the end of summer (which, okay, technically hasn’t come yet…but it sure feels like it has) by visiting the rooftop pool at the Dream Hotel.

IMG_5547They set aside one of their freshly redesigned cabanas for us, and we filled it with food and beverages courtesy of the hotel’s kitchen and bar — chips and guac and tuna tartare and a burger that mysteriously came with shrimp on it as a topping; and champagne, plenty of champagne.

IMG_5331IMG_5766IMG_5235We brought other things with us as well, such as one of our Doobs, those little 3D-printed statues of ourselves we had made earlier in the year…

IMG_5142…as well as numerous books, ranging from our habitual pulp fiction, both in English and in Portuguese

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IMG_5737…and something called Ethical Porn for Dicks, which somehow inspired a puppy pile.

IMG_6287When we weren’t ingesting intoxicants in physical or literary form, we swam in the pool, which was a bit chilly but still very, very satisfying.

IMG_6132IMG_5598IMG_5649IMG_6096We took photos of each other and shared them with everyone in our life who might enjoy them.

IMG_6139IMG_6024IMG_5797(Leis helpfully supplied by one member helped keep some selfies Instagram- and Facebook-friendly. Though sometimes it didn’t really work.)

IMG_5951And we even converted a spectator to our cause — she saw us having a great time and eventually came over and joined in.

IMG_5911She wasn’t our only first timer either: another new friend who’s been emailing with us since July finally managed to make it to one of our events, and we’re so glad she did. She told us she had a great time, and that she has two sisters she hopes to bring in the future. We’re thrilled. The more the merrier, to coin a phrase.

IMG_5149IMG_5923Speaking of which: If you’d like to join us for some outdoor topless adventures, it’s not too late. We still have events in September each year, sometimes even October. (One year, even December!) And once outdoor toplessness is no longer feasible, we’ll continue to meet over the colder months, only we’ll do it indoors, where maybe the sun won’t shine, but we nevertheless find ways to entertain ourselves.

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If you’re interested, please drop us a note at toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com. We’re happy to answer any questions you have.

IMG_5653In the meantime, we’ll leave you with a few more glimpses of our day in the sun. Just think: this could be you next time.

It’s the stuff that dreams are made of.

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IMG_0232Over the past seven summers, hundreds of women have joined us at our events all over New York City, some coming just one time, others returning time and time again. We love seeing both — our regulars and our first-timers. Part of what makes our group special is that both are greeted with the same warmth and welcomed like family. Maybe it’s something about being naked together. It’s hard to hold someone at arm’s length when your arms (and other parts!) are bare.

IMG_0323Would you like to come to one of our events? If you’re a body-positive woman in the New York area, we’d love to hear from you. Just send email to toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com, and we’ll answer any questions you have and very gladly invite you to our next event.

IMG_0266IMG_0312This past week we said farewell to one of our regulars, who just got a very impressive job at an impressive institution in another state. She’ll still show up at our events from time to time, she promises — she’s still on the East Coast! — but not as often as when she lived here, naturally, and we’ll miss her. On the other hand, we also welcomed several newcomers to our ranks this week. Perhaps one or more of them will become regulars in the fullness of time.

IMG_0369IMG_0370IMG_0372IMG_0290IMG_0143We were also delighted to be rejoined by two former regulars who’ve been missing from our events for a very long time.

IMG_0465IMG_0422We met at one of our favorite spots, a rooftop sundeck in Chelsea that thoughtfully permits not just toplessness but full nudity.

IMG_0260IMG_0344IMG_0160An inflatable pool gave us a respite from the unremitting sun–

IMG_0392IMG_0362IMG_0363–and Prosecco (with or without OJ) gave us a respite from unremitting thirst.

IMG_0444IMG_0136Not too much reading went on this time, but a few books did get cracked —

IMG_0256–as well as three new comics from Hard Case CrimeNormandy GoldPeepland, and The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo.

IMG_0276Doughnuts from Doughnut Plant, fruit from the finest local orchards, sunscreen from the finest aluminum cans…we had everything we needed for a splendid afternoon, and a splendid afternoon is what we had.

IMG_0415…and now you can be part of our next one.

It’s okay if you’re nervous, We were too, the first time. It’s okay if you’re shy. It’s okay if you think your breasts are a funny shape, or one is larger than the other, or you wish they were bigger, or smaller, or whatever. It’s okay if you’ve never been naked with strangers before. It really is. You’re curious or you wouldn’t be reading this. You’re tempted. And it won’t be summer forever.

Sending email takes 3 seconds. Treat yourself. Listen to Oscar Wilde: The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.

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IMG_2395Two summers ago, we scoured the city to find a hotel with a rooftop pool that would let us come and swim topless. All but one expressed horror at the idea. That one — the Dream Hotel Downtown — said that topless sunbathing and swimming was of course fine. And they of course got our business.

IMG_1981We had such a good time, we returned for a second go-round last summer, and this week we came for our third visit. For the record (and in case any of the Dream’s competitors are reading this, and we know they are), no other guests at the pool complained and no one seemed to mind that both men and women were enjoying the pool bare-chested. The Dream has now enjoyed several thousand dollars of our patronage, not to mention whatever incidental benefit publicity on this blog might confer, with no negative side effects whatsoever. Other hotels might do well to reconsider their senselessly restrictive, sexist policies. We’re looking at you, Hotel Americano.

IMG_2217But enough editorializing. Back to the fun stuff. Which in this case included a nice shady cabana for getting out of the sun,

IMG_1609IMG_2154Some truly delicious champagne–

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IMG_1694IMG_2574Hanging out both in the pool–

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IMG_2458IMG_2425Showing off new hairstyles,

IMG_1985IMG_1986Taking selfies,

IMG_2178And of course reading some wonderful books, ranging from the serious poundage of Infinite Jest to the tawdry pulp pleasures of Sinner Man. (Each a wrist workout in its own way, as one wag observed.)

IMG_2358IMG_2777IMG_1716Best of all was hanging out with friends, and holding the onrushing end of summer at bay for one more glittering, timeless afternoon.

IMG_2277IMG_2484IMG_2434And while we may not have another pool adventure in the works this year, we’re not letting the summer slip from our grasp without a fight. If you’re in the city and would like to join us for one of our end-of-summer flings, we welcome inquiries from all brave, body-positive women (or even timid, body-positive women — we were nervous our first time too). Email us at toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com and let us know a little about you. We’d love to meet you sometime, before warm afternoons are once more just a thing of legend.

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IMG_7888When we go up to our favorite rooftop sundeck, we usually have it to ourselves. But technically it is the roof of a hotel, albeit a small boutique hotel, and any hotel guest is welcome to use it. So once in a while we’ve been joined by hotel guests, who generally share our taste for naked sunbathing (it’s a clothing optional roofdeck whether we’re there or not) and who pay us as little attention as we pay them.

IMG_7646This last time, though, we met a fellow named Matthew, a real estate professional by trade, who turned out randomly to be a fan of ours. He’d been reading our blog for years (hi, Matthew! you’re probably reading this!) and even had an unfinished message to us in his outbox, half written. Small world, is all we can say.

IMG_8073While normally we are leery of random men who express interest in our group and hang around one of our events, Matthew was perfectly nice and handled the situation exactly as we might have hoped — no goggling and adulation, and in fact not even much attention paid after the first few minutes of “No way, you’re them?” To be all beatnik about it, he was a cool cat.

He even introduced us to the pleasures of sunning under the influence of coconut oil, an all-natural substance with, he assured us, an inherent SPF of something like 4 and a pleasant smell and sensation as you rub it in. Several of us gave it a try, including the one male member we had with us this time, and we were amused to observe that the whole “pleasant sensation as you rub it in” aspect seemed to particularly appeal to him and Matthew. It’s ok. There’s a kind of separate upper section to the deck and we left the boys alone up there to enjoy their coconut oil.

IMG_8098IMG_8055Meanwhile, the rest of us had a blast with the aid of a variety of other intoxicants, including ridiculously yummy popcorn,

IMG_7625fruit,

IMG_7960IMG_7973hose play (is that a thing?),

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IMG_7904cGabriel Garcia Marquez,

IMG_8074IMG_8082Hard Case Crime,

IMG_8025IMG_7886inexplicably hilarious coffee-table artbooks,

IMG_7774IMG_8090and napping,

IMG_8065and napping,

IMG_7870and napping.

IMG_7694It was about as perfect an afternoon as you could wish for, with none of the rain that had been forecast (that’s a recurring theme so far this summer: ominous weather forecasts that don’t come true) and the joy of hanging with good friends and good books and loads of salubrious nakedness.

IMG_7938IMG_8047IMG_7681Oh, and an inflatable pool filled with very, very cold water.

IMG_8010IMG_7989IMG_7982We talked and ate and slept and dreamt and read until the sun began sinking in the west. Could we call it paradise? Why not. Everything seems paradisiacal with enough sunshine on it.

And enough coconut oil.

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IMG_4779Sunbathing in the great outdoors is all well and good, but there comes a time when you’d really like a dip in cool water to relieve the golden toasting the sun has given you. When that time comes, if you’re not by the fountain in Washington Square Park, your options are limited. Yes, there are some public pools, and someday we’ll try one. But this past week we went to our favorite private pool, on the roof of the Dream Downtown hotel. Unlike every other hotel with an outdoor pool we’ve reached out to, the Dream isn’t scared by the prospect of bare-chested women joining in with all the bare-chested men lounging by their pool. On the contrary, they’re a topless-friendly pool all the time. Consequently, when the time comes for our annual pool adventure, that’s where we head, books in tow.

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A dozen of us took over one of their cabanas, relaxed on their lounge chairs (with real sand underneath, for that Authentic Beach Feel), toasted each other with champagne, and read Lawrence Block (The Girl With the Deep Blue Eyes), Karl Ove Knausgaard (My Struggle), and Megan Abbott (The Fever).

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We also indulged in a little live broadcasting via Periscope, teaching a few thousand observers about gender equality in New York…

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…and just for fun, also a little touristy photography, shooting up through the cutouts in the pool bottom, as seen from the hotel lobby:

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“What is this?” some hotel guests asked. “Why are you topless?” The same reason you are, we explained — if we were talking to a man. Or, when we were talking to curious women: You know you can too, right?

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And a few of them took our contact info. Will they join us at a future event? We hope so. The summer isn’t over yet. Before the cold sets in (and if last year is any indication, it could be a long one), why not take an afternoon to lounge topless in the sun?

Or in the water. It’s all up to you.

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IMG_2710Who was it that decided the 5th of July would be “Read Naked Day“? The geniuses behind the Naked Girls Reading performances, it seems, and god bless them for it, even if segregating just one three-hundred-sixth-fifth of the calendar for naked reading feels pretty parsimonious to us. Still, better one day than no days, and if that’s what it takes to get Muggles to try wizarding for the first time…

So: we joined in the celebration. How? Well, late, for one thing. We were a day late for Read Naked Day and two for Independence Day, but we had books and an American flag and no clothes, so fuck it. It was a celebration. And lest you think it was merely a double holiday, yesterday was also the birthday of one of our long-time members, making it three, three, three holidays in one.

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We hit our favorite rooftop sundeck, got as naked as naked can get, and read the diaries of Frida Khalo, the instructive Playing the Whore, the equally instructive(?) annotated Lolita, the brilliant new fantasy Uprooted, the just-out-in-bookstores So Nude, So Dead, and the coming-in-September The Girl With the Deep Blue Eyes. All excellent reads for a balmy summer day.

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We also had a variety of intoxicants on hand, not least the presence of so many beautiful friends and so little fabric separating us from them.

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So we basically spent the whole afternoon high — on life, on sun and summer, on words and ideas, on the sheer physical pleasure of inhabiting our bodies. And okay, on vodka and proseco.

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None of us wanted to put our clothes back on, and some of us lingered well into the evening. But gravity eventually pulled us back to earth again, as gravity will. (Damn you Isaac Newton! Couldn’t that apple have held on just a bit longer?)

But we’ll always have our memories. And thanks to Monsieur Daguerre and his marvelous invention, you now have them as well.

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IMG_8353A few weeks back, we put up a blog post lamenting that no hotel with a rooftop pool had the courage (or the brains, or the heart, to get all Wizard of Oz about it) to let us use their pool topless, even though it’s legal for women to go topless anywhere in New York a man can, and all these hotels of course let men use their pools topless.

Well, we had one last hotel to try, the Dream Downtown, and god bless them, they said yes without the slightest hesitation. We asked several times, to make sure we’d heard correctly. Topless sunbathing is allowed? Yes. By women? Yes. We won’t get there and mortifyingly be told to put our tops back on my some staffer who hadn’t read the memo…? No.

So we went. Rented one of their two poolside cabanas, laid out our favorite reading material, dispensed with our tops, and…nothing. Better than that, actually: the staff all made us feel at home and welcome, interacted with us warmly and supportively, and assured us that we weren’t the first to enjoy this liberty there (though we may have been the biggest group to do so at one time). Other patrons using the pool or the adjacent restaurant seemed either oblivious or amused. No one seemed the slightest bit troubled, much less offended. The afternoon passed blissfully; we can’t remember a happier one. We only wished, as we emerged from the heated pool into air the temperature of autumn, that we’d discovered this grand hotel sooner.

You better believe we’ll be back next summer.

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