By Steve Otto
It has been over a month since I got back from Black's Beach
in San Diego. That bartender, I had talked to was right when she said that If I didn’t make
it to that beach, I would regret it the rest of my life. She was right.
Since I got back from that place, I haven’t though much
about nude beaches or getting nude in public. For this year, my nudity quotient
has been satisfied.
I sat briefly (and I do mean real briefly) naked on a
beach. I saw other people, men and women, sitting naked at a beach. I was naked—I
saw naked people. And since I got back, I have not thought much about
nakedness. For that I feel grateful. Maybe next year I will need a naked fix—but
this year I’m OK.
Pix by Black's
Beach Sand Castles
Pix by Nude
Beach in San Diego ...
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