Over at my friend Roger P.’s blog called ReNude Pride (click the blog title or here for the link), Roger writes an interesting article about a fun winter time activity called S’Naked.
S’Naked is a portmanteau word, blending the two words “snow” and “naked”. Now, if you’re neither a nudist nor a naturist then neither the word nor the winter activity “s’naked” will mean a thing to you. (Which is too bad because doing almost anything in the nude that’s relatively safe can be fun and relaxing!) However, for the rest of us who always look for or find any reason to shed our clothing, an activity like “s’naked” – or doing just about anything in the nude (again, that’s relatively safe) – or which is as close to nudity as possible, would be fun.
NOTE: Take neither shame nor shyness in showing your physical nakedness, regardless of how others see or might perceive and/or judge your physical appearance or attributes!
Now, apologies to my dear fellow and longtime naked blogging friend, Roger but my playtime in the winter wouldn’t be in the snow; well, let me clarify: it would not be like the fun shown or implied in the photos of the hot guys featured in Roger’s S’Naked article. Mind you, I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m being a wuss or a pussy about doing the s’naked thing. Granted, I am a nudist and, when reasonably (and legally) possible, I try to practice naturism, too. However, I have my limits on what I will and will not do while nude, especially when I’m outside/outdoors. You see, I’m a much older man now and frankly, fucking around or (to make up a word Roger might use) “s’naked-ing” (naked in the snow) – particularly in ice-cold temperatures, or worse, in below-zero temperatures (such as those we often have during winter in Michigan), without wearing a stitch of protective clothing of some sort, simply would not be a wise nor a healthy thing for me. Besides, I’m hoping to live as long, if not longer than my friend Roger. I also have a selfish desire to still look sexy and somewhat physically desirable when I hit my 90s. LOL! (What do you say to that, Rog?) (*sends playful slap to Roger’s cold, naked butt.*) Of course, I’m all for watching other guys get naked and frolic in the snow. Oh, fuck yeah! Go for it, guys! My camera is ready! *snickers*
Still, not to worry fellas! I haven’t completely abandoned my winter outdoor fun. Nope! At least once a week, when it’s bright and sunny, and outside temperatures in winter are anywhere between 35 and 50 degrees – above zero, you may find me dressed – not in a winter coat, gloves, and ear muffs, but instead wearing a pair of jeans (no underwear, because I do not wear underwear with jeans), sneakers (no socks), a hoodie (t-shirt underneath) and my favorite skull-cap (to help retain the body heat I already have and to protect my completely bald head). You’ll find me conducting a manual or hand washing of my car or perhaps driving through my favorite automatic car wash station. After the car has been washed, the next thing you’ll find me doing is vacuuming the car interior, followed by me doing the final detail of drying all my car windows. Next, I’m doing a detailed clean wipe-down of the chrome rims on my tires. (Yes, I’m that particular about my car!) I wash my car several times during the winter months. I do that not only to keep it looking good (because I prefer and enjoy driving a clean car) but more importantly to wash away all the paint-eating, rust-causing salt residue and dirty snow, ice, and slush debris that splashed on and under my car as I drove the streets and which was splashed on and under my car by other vehicles.
In short, if I were a much younger man, and outside winter temperatures were as I’ve stated earlier, I might be more like the guy in the photo posted in this article: semi-naked, wearing only pair of briefs or (more preferably) boxers, and a warm cap. I’d be dressed just enough to be comfortable, sexy, and while looking a bit odd or crazy for winter, still sexually appealing to any onlookers.
Enjoy your Saturday!