The weather has been hot for San Francisco, lovely Indian summer weather. Sunday morning I left home at 10:00, heading for the Folsom Street Fair, wearing my boots and my hat. I had a great time at the fair, saw many wonderful sights and many lovely friends. Still in boots and hat, I made my way back to my boyfriend's house. I finally went home Monday morning at 7:00 still wearing only boots and hat.
Monday was a school day, but as soon as I exited the Muni station at Castro and Market Streets, the clothes came off. I spied my friend and fellow nudist activist George Davis sitting at the Castro Commons, so I joined him for a while. Eventually we were joined by a gentleman I had met Saturday at work who was visiting from Boston. He shed his clothes and joined us for a while as well.
Walking towards home, naked , I spied my friend Naked CJ and one other naked man in front of the Starbucks on 18th Street, so I stopped by to say hello. I then proceeded to walk home up 18th Street naked.
This is how life should be.