Monday, December 19, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Leaving the house early for school today so I could grab some lunch, I decided to get dressed as the weather seemed a little threatening. I realized I had a message on my phone from my buddy NakedKevin, so I called him. Of course I asked him if he was "in disguise." He replied that he was not and we made arrangements to meet. He inspired me to remove my disguise and continue my journey naked. One man exclaimed "Right on brother." Two women, one pushing the other in a wheelchair, saw me and started laughing and hollowing hysterically. One man asked me if this was go nude day. I replied, "Yes, it was." He said, "Going around like that is a good way to get yourself killed." I'm not sure if that was advice, a warning, or a threat. I failed to meet up with NakedKevin, but I did get to meet this lovely man named Will from Santa Rosa.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
My response to Ms. Saunders: Nudity only becomes inappropriate when you are taught that it is. There is nothing indecent or inappropriate with the human body. It does not hurt anyone. It is, after all, what makes us human. If people are so disturbed by the nudity of others, I suggest they examine their own body issues. Indecency, obscenity, and inappropriateness rests in your mind, not in my body.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Apparently they wanted my reaction to a proposed ordinance to ban nudity in SF. Anyone hear anything about this?
Thursday, August 25, 2011
I saw my friend Naked Kevin, who was in disguise, today and he snapped this lovely portrait for me with his new camera. It was a great day for being out and about naked, feeling the breeze and mist and then later the warmth of the sun on my bare skin. It makes me feel so human, so alive!
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Every Sunday after work I walk to my boyfriend’s house, usually naked. I walk past Lime, a club frequented by young hipster types. Always there are large crowds of drunk kids on the sidewalk, resulting in lots of hooting and hollering as I walk by. That does not bother me. Sometimes though, they are so drunk one can barely manage to walk through the crowd. Many people in the neighborhood have complained about the noise, the inability to use the sidewalk, the lack of respect for the neighbors. This past Sunday, while walking by, I was slapped on the ass by a young woman. She was there with a young man who was so drunk he could not enunciate one clear word, was unable to even stand erect. Now don't get me wrong. I have nothing against drinking and partying, and I certainly was not hurt. It just felt like an invasion of my personal space, an assault on my person just because I was naked. I spoke to the doorman, who responded that these were not his customers and he therefore had no control over them. Right! I got the same response from the manager. I had had enough, so when I reached my boyfriend’s house I called the police and filled a complaint. Two officers arrived about twenty minutes later. Yes, by now I had dressed. I spoke with them, explained what had happened. They told me they knew the place, had experience with the management from numerous other complaints, aways found the management compliant, and would have a word with them again. They were very sympathetic. I then disclosed that I was naked when this happened, just so they would have the full story. The officer then told me, "That doesn't matter at all. You were still assaulted." I considered that a major victory and an affirmation of our right to be socially naked in public in San Francisco!
That following Friday I was on my way to do some grocery shopping when I ran into my good friend Richard. We stopped on the corner to chat for a few minutes. He cautioned me that there were police officers a few feet down the street, as, once again, I was naked. I replied that I had spotted them as well, but was sure they would not bother me as I was not doing anything wrong. Minutes later we were approached by two officers. It is interesting the way the police work. One stands slightly back, arms folded, observant and silent. The other engages. He told me of the “tons” of complaints they receive in the neighborhood about “you naked guys.” He apprised me of the fact that if someone were to complain about me, and they were willing to sign a complaint, then they would be forced to arrest me. I enquired if they had received a specific complaint about me at this time, to which the officer replied that they had not, that this was just a “friendly little chat.” I asked the officer if he was aware that I was, in fact, breaking no laws? He responded that yes he was aware of that fact, at which time the two policemen choose to walk away.
I find it difficult to believe that the police fail to see the disconnect in the logic of there thinking. Yes, I can understand that they must respond to complaints, but how can they expect to initiate an arrest when they know that what is happening is not illegal? What would I be charged with? It has been suggested the police would charge nudists with creating a public nuisance if a complainant was willing to sign a complaint. If the officer’s very own statement that I was not in fact, doing anything illegal were true, I am not sure how this public nuisance arrest would even apply. The positive outcome of this were the two separate individuals who came up to us after the police had departed, first a man, and then a woman, both saying they had been watching the police speaking to us and wanting to know if they had hassled us and if I was all right. It is nice to know that there still exists support for freedom of expression in the Castro neighborhood.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
I just acquired a Kodak Cartridge Hawk-eye No. 2 Model A. These cameras were marketed from 1924 to 1925. I have loaded it with a roll of 120 black & white film and took it out for the first time today. I shot three exposures so far. I cannot wait to see what sort of photos I will get with it!
Monday, June 27, 2011
How revolting! How assimilationist! How Heterocentric/Homophobic!
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for
I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache
self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went
into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families
shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the
avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you, Garcia Lorca, what
were you doing down by the watermelons?
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,
poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the
pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans
following you, and followed in my imagination by the store
We strode down the open corridors together in our
solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen
delicacy, and never passing the cashier.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in
an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the
supermarket and feel absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The
trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love
past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher,
what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and
you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat
disappear on the black waters of Lethe?
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
I found this excellent post by Brian Kraemer online and thought it was much too good not to repost:
From the universe's point of view, public nudity is already legal and has always
been so, in all places and at all times. Every human being has always been free
to be, to simply be. Any attempts by other human beings to take away this
freedom are null, void, invalid, meaningless. They are an offense to the
creature and to the source from whence came the creature.
A brave creature will resist the offender and insist upon his universal gift of
being. He will do this not only for himself but for others, that we might all
enjoy our being. It would take few brave souls to accomplish this because we
know it to be true. One does not teach a baby to nurse and one does not teach a
creature to live in his skin.
From the universe's point of view, some words do not exist (nude, naked,
unclothed, disrobed, unclad, unattired, garmentless) for these words have no
meaning in the natural state. There is only natural. Upon observation, we see
these words are lies. They misrepresent because they treat the hiding state as
the natural one. They falsely assert that first came the state of being clothed
and then judge others as unclothed. They falsely assert that first came the
state of being robed and then judge others to be disrobed. They falsely assert
that first came the state of being attired and then judge others as being
unattired. This distinction is not just a clever playing with words. This
distinction has us imprisoned first in our thinking and then in our lives. While
claiming to be free, we have been born in a prison state of mandatory hiding
with which we have agreed to confine ourselves.
Consider the word tan. If you were to see a man, richly colored brown above and
below his genitals, but palely white in his midsection with stark demarcation
lines from having been forced to hide behind a cloth, would you consider his
natural color to be the palely white or the rich brown? If you answered the
palely white, you are a prisoner to your own thinking. While most people will
consider his palely white genitals to be natural and would likely compliment him
on his pleasant tan, they are wrong. They have believed a lie. The man's natural
color is richly brown. The only unnatural part of this man is his palely white
genitals that have been denied their natural experience of the sun.
Stephen Gough has chosen to live free and thus, because of frightened human
beings, must spend his life in prison. He is a brave one for whom emotional and
spiritual freedom matters more than physical freedom.
In nature, a creature might hide its body to avoid a predator, but not to avoid
shame or embarrassment. If words must be created, then let us create some
unnatural words for unnatural states. Let us create hiding words, words that
might describe an infinite number of ways human creatures alone hide themselves:
clothes, garments, attire, costumes, apparel, vestments, uniforms, outfits,
raiment. If we must hide, then let us hide behind trees or bushes until danger
passes, but let us not live as if we were dead while we are yet alive.
Truth matters because the source of this universe intended that we might live
lives of fullness and meaning and satisfaction and pleasure and wholeness. We
have an obligation not only to ourselves and to others, but also to our source
to receive the gifts with which we have been entrusted. Henry David Thoreau
wrote, "The mass of men live lives of quiet desperation." Have we considered
that our disappointments in life, our longings for meaning and purpose, might be
a matter of our own refusal to receive fully what life has given?
And what is standing in our way, but fear of our fellow human beings? What shall
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Subscribers to the Water-Cure Journal would have found an article in the November 1850 edition advising them of the healthful benefits of sunlight. The Water-Cure Journal was a monthly journal devoted to hydropathy, or the water cure, a means of preventing and curing disease by the use of water, or on occasion other natural remedies. By 1850 the periodical had a circulation of 10,000. The article, entitled “New Views on Health” written by Samuel Bower of Iowa, stated that full health could only be achieved by placing oneself within natural conditions. The sun, Bower expounded, was the chief cause of all living things, therefore, people should allow the air and sun to be in contact at all times with their entire bodies. In other words, Bower was advocating people should live naked. In Bower’s words, “Why does civilized man put on, at all seasons, over that natural garb which the all-provident Creator has given him [sic], clothing? . . . Not to preserve health, certainly. These practices minister to disease.”
Espousing living naked seems a radical supposition to many today. It is difficult to imagine that idea having had much merit in 1850, and many historians have described Samuel Bower as either a nudist or “queer.” But other health reformers of the Antebellum period were speaking of the healthful benefits of nudity, although their arguments were always moderated by the dictates of climate and social norms; none would prove as insistently radical as Samuel Bower. The movement which was named nudism in 1929 has achieved a world-wide following today of millions of people, flowering from a Free Body Culture movement which had its genesis in late nineteenth-century German health-reform and perfectionism which expressed similar ideals and motivations as those put forth by Bower. Samuel Bower was not a curiosity espousing “nudism” in the wilderness of antebellum health-reform, but rather the strongest voice among a few reformers who were making a connection between the concept of the body, our relationship to it, and our relationship to the biosphere we inhabit, pre-figuring concepts and ideas which would take root some fifty years later in Germany, achieve full fruition in Interwar Germany, and continue worldwide to this day.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Today was sunny, warm and humid, so off came the clothes! Happy to say, nothing but affirmative responses! My good friend,the Naked Satyr, followed me for a while with his camera. One friend thanked me for beingout and and about naked, one friend said what a nice day it was, and one friend told me he loved my attire! SWEET!
Monday, April 4, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
"the air bath, as Dr.Franklin calls it, is exceedingly salutary to every one in health, and almost to every invalid. If the whole skin may be considered a breathing organ, then it should not only be kept clean, but for its own health and vigor, and the health and vigor of the whole system, it should be permitted to receive the full ...and free embrace of the pure air -- in short, all the physiological and physcological properties, powers and interests of the human constitution would be better sustained, as a permanent fact, from generation to generation, by entire nudity, than by the use of any kind of clothing. Strictly speaking, therefore, all clothing is in itself considered, in some measure, an evil."
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Walking home from school today, naked, after reading C.W.Nevius' one-sided, inflammatory column in today's Chronicle I passed two little old women on Castro Street. One whispered to the other in a very serious tone, "See, that's what I've been telling you about." Other than that, all of the comments and looks I received were very positive, smiles, nods, one gentleman stopped me to ask if I was taking my responsibility as a tourist attraction seriously. He told me believed everyone enjoyed the nudity. I know I certainly enjoy the nudity, and I enjoy the freedom I have in San Francisco which allows me to enjoy the nudity in spite of some bigots.
Body hatred is a bigotry, we are not born hating our bodies but rather are taught to hate them. Nudity has never caused anyone any harm that I am aware of. When I am naked, I can feel the sun and the breeze on my skin. All of my senses are heightened and I feel closer to nature as there is less that separates me from the nature around me. My animality is exposed, along with my body. I am more equal to nature, rather than removed from it, or above it. I can understand how THAT is a scary and threatening concept for some.
It threatens the status quo, the belief that we are individuals looking out only for ourselves and everything else is put here for our use. That is the paradigm which is getting us in so much trouble: rapid use of global resources, the betting on others losing their homes in the mortgage markets or not being able to afford food in the commodities market, causing untold suffering for millions just so a few of us might profit.
Clothing compulsion is more harmful, I believe, than public nudity. To always hide who we are and seperate ourselves from nature and each other with clothing, no matter what the situation or weather, seems very harmful to me. I believe we would be much better off as a society and a world if we could all experiance casual nudity from time to time. If you have the oppurtunity, and haven't tried it, I would urge you to take a step and work on overcoming some of your fears. You just might like it.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
So I came out of MUNI at Harvey Milk Plaza after my first day of classes. I stopped by the benches to remove my clothing, as the weather was mighty fine. Once my clothing was off and I was preparing to walk home, I heard a mans voice loudly proclaim, "You forgot your clothes." Looking up, I saw a man in a black business suit staring at me. "I replied, "No, I did not." "Well, thanks for gracing us with your presence," he responded, staring at me. I said, "You are welcome," as he headed down into the MUNI station.
I had the sense, from the inflection in his voice while making his statements, that his commentary was not all that approving but I am not really sure. I do know I received a few disapproving glares from men while walking home, and a few friendly nods as well.
On to naked homework!