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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 Twitter or @topless.pulp on Insta. 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 @Topless.Pulp on Insta.

After all — who said nude sunbathing is only for the French Riviera?

We recently launched an Instagram account (@ToplessPulp, for any of you who’d like to check it out), and the result has been staggering in terms of hearing from dozens and dozens of women who never knew about us before and are telling us they would like to take part in what we do.

One woman told us the story of how she recently went topless outdoors for the first time, on the roof of her building in Brooklyn, not even 100% sure whether what she was doing was legal, but hugely enjoying the feeling of freedom and comfort. She even wrote a note to her mother about the experience — but when she tried to post on her own Instagram page photos of that note plus the selfie you see above, the post was deleted because Instagram (like Facebook, their corporate owner) still forbids the exposure of female nipples.

So we stepped in and promised her we would publish her deleted post here, on our blog, which as of today has been viewed nearly 25 million times by people all over the world — giving her a far larger audience than would ever have seen the post on Instagram. We are doing this because we believe her experience is worth sharing. It touched us, and we think it will touch you too.

Mom (she writes) did you ever go topless in public? I’m suddenly so unsure of what opinion you’d have on freeing the nipple? I feel that if I ask sincerely and without laughing it off, I can’t picture why you could sensibly say no. And because I view you as sensible and probably right, it’s blowing my mind.

I’ve always been pro Free the Nipple on a subconscious and political level, but felt as if I couldn’t truly promote it because of family, and a certain level of appropriateness. Did I make that level up? Did you and Dad?

Or maybe you truly think it’s not right for us to be shirtless on hot days, It’s not illegal. I know it seems an insignificant issue and that many women might never choose to go topless anyway. But it’s just a thread unravelling from a whole rule book of life. Do we see the same rules?

Love you.

That’s a fine description of the mission we’ve taken on in this group and have carried out for the past eight years: unravelling threads from a rule book that no longer makes sense (let’s be honest, it never did). We’re talking about the “rule book of life” that said women are second-class citizens, with bodies that are inherently sexual and need to be covered up and hidden away at all times (even as men are allowed to walk around half-naked without anyone worrying about their inflaming lust or offending sensibilities). The rule book that said it’s okay for men to have rights that are denied to women, that it’s okay to allow men to enjoy comfort while requiring women to endure discomfort. Well, those are yesterday’s rules. Our mothers’ and fathers’ rules, not our rules. Today, we can go topless on our rooftop — or in the park, or in the streets. It’s a small thing, but it symbolizes something much larger.

It feels like, by launching our Instagram account, we’ve opened a floodgate, and we are so very glad we did. We look forward to welcoming our enthusiastic new members to our upcoming events — and to the liberated future we are all going to build together.

Would you like to join us too? It’s simple — just email us at toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com…or message us on Insta. You have nothing to lose but your bra. 🙂

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.

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.

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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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IMG_7588When was it that nudity started being equated with weakness? Vulnerability, sure, we get that: if you’re naked, you’re exposed to the elements; and as Bruce Willis once taught us, when you’re barefoot it’s a bad idea to walk on broken glass. But the flip side is all those amphorae in the museums depicting the original Olympic games, where all the athletes competed in the nude. And what about those strapping classical statues? David v. Goliath? What about that island Wonder Woman came from — everyone trained naked there, didn’t they? (Not in the movie, maybe, but you just know they did when the cameras weren’t filming.)

IMG_7543IMG_7429We happen to believe that there is nothing weak about being naked, that nudity is a cause for pride and self-confidence, not fear or shame.

IMG_7531And when we get together as a group (as we recently did on our favorite rooftop sundeck), it’s an occasion for setting aside all those timid-woman cliches along with our clothes.

IMG_7681Having set them aside, what do we do then? We sun, we read, we snack; we do as we like. We make no apologies and ask no permission.

IMG_7653IMG_7661Even when the occasional refugee drops in from “man’s world,” there’s no question who’s in charge.

IMG_7608And we like to think that some of that extra self-confidence comes back with us into our daily lives even after the clothes go back on.

IMG_7384IMG_7576IMG_7545Do you feel proud naked — or would you like to? The summer’s not quite over yet, and even when it is, the fall usually has some warm days in it. Get in touch. Drop an email to toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com and tell us you’d like to be part of our grand adventure. We welcome body-positive women of every description.

Just call us Themyscira on the Hudson.

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IMG_4834Five years ago, a painter named Andy Golub had a brilliant brainstorm. He’d been painting works of art on the bodies of individual models for some time, and had won some legal battles establishing that he had the right to do so outdoors in New York City. (It’s legal for women to be topless outdoors in New York anywhere a man can; full nudity is generally not legal in public for anyone of any gender. But there’s an exception — women and men can both be naked in public places as part of an artistic exhibition or a play. And being painted as a human canvas is certainly an artistic exhibition.)

IMG_4923So here’s the brilliant brainstorm he had: what if, instead of one painter painting one model in a public place, he brought together fifty painters and fifty models — models of all ages, sizes, races, and genders, painters from all over the country and all over the world? Suddenly, the artist and model would no longer be outnumbered by a confused and judgmental crowd — in one place, for a time, naked would be the norm. Art would be the norm.

IMG_4943And so Bodypainting Day was born. This year is the 5th anniversary, and anyone interested in attending can find the group in Washington Square Park starting around noon on Saturday, July 14. In anticipation of the big day, and maybe to get his painting arm limbered up, Andy met with us this week on our favorite rooftop sundeck and tested out some wonderful new designs.

It’s fun to be a human canvas, and even more fun to watch the process as your friends get turned into living works of art.

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IMG_4496IMG_4629IMG_4716IMG_4749IMG_4782Turnabout being fair play, at the end one of the painters got painted:

IMG_4887And we even had a spectator or two who remained pristine.

IMG_4656Look like fun? It was. If you’re thinking you might like to try this someday — with or without the paint — we welcome all curious and body-positive women to join us. Just send email to toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com and tell us a little about yourself. You’ll be under the sun — and who knows, maybe under the brush too — in no time.

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