Easter Sunday Hypocrites, I’m Calling You Out On Your Shit!

*Another presentation in the KIR continuing series of articles of the Steppin’ On The Feet Jesus Washed (SOTFJW) Project-Mission!
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You’re so vain, you probably think this article is about you
You’re so vain, I’ll bet you think this article is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?

– Adapted from the 1972 hit song, You’re So Vain by Carly Simon

Easter Sunday hypocrites, I’m calling you out on your shit….even though by the time this article is published or read, Easter Sunday would have passed, the words here will still apply. If you feel guilty, then GOOD!
Now stop the bullshit act and listen up to what I say!

  1. Many of you ROSE UP this morning from a good night’s sleep. Others may have been in some drunken comatose-like mindset but still you ROSE AGAIN after having had maybe three HOURS – not three DAYS of sleep.
  2. Many of you could not wait to put on the NEW “you”…that is, the brand new outfits you bought specifically for Easter Sunday. For some, this will be the first of perhaps three Sundays in the entire year when you will get your asses in some church building and bear through the church services. The other two Sundays when you might feel obligated to go to church is on Mother’s Day (only because you want to show Mom that the child she raised still believes in going to church) and on Christmas Eve.
  3. Many of you will parade (or have already paraded) yourselves and/or your children for others to see the new EASTER CLOTHES you bought specifically for Easter! I’m talking new dresses, suits, hats, ties, shoes, purses, and overcoats!  Easter Sunday is more of a fashion show– particularly in the Black church than any other Sunday of the year. I know this because I have seen it happen since the day I started going to church as a child, to the last Easter I set foot in one as an adult. It’s always the same in every church, except I know it to be more prominent in certain Black churches.  Easter Sunday is when you all get to show off (and you do SHOW OFF) the “NEW YOU”… at least on the outside…and you want other people – rich and poor,  to see how well you can dress yourself in threads and plastic and how well you do the same for your kids (if any). It’s sad how many of you so-called parents like to use your kids to make yourselves look good and would display the innocent ones as though they were objects to be admired and adorned! Of course later on, you will get upset when 7-year-old Johnny crawls on the floor in his new “Easter suit” or when 9-year-old Cheryl  rips a hole in her white stocking leotard. And you’ll be ready to disown poor 10-year-old Janet for spilling cherry-red punch (she got from some idiot in the church kitchen) all over that $75.00 yellow dress you bought her just for Easter!  Damn kids! They don’t appreciate shit!
  4. Many of you will judge other people and the attire they wear/wore to church.  You will say, “Oh, he (or she) should have put on something more decent for Easter!”  Others will think or gossip about how Mike or Helen “wore THAT same outfit last month, if not LAST Easter. What a shame!”
  5. Some of you will be given Holy Communion in honor of Jesus’ rise from the dead and all that blah-blah-blah. Yet the meaning of that communion will in fact be lost, if not displaced, as you hope that the smelly old Mr. Jones (whom you’re sure never uses deodorant and wears the same old suit every week) never sits next to you or in “your” pew.  Here again, ye are HYPOCRITES for ye judge others whose story you do not know!
  6. You will compare, or you have already compared, your kids’ nice new Easter outfits to the “pathetic jeans and sneakers attire” worn by some of those “other”, less fortunate and rowdy kids. You will judge not only those other kids but also their parents –especially that “slutful” Olivia!  Now there’s an interesting person.
    Let’s look at Olivia, shall we?
    Poor Olivia, lost and turned out (as the 35-year-old popular song from The Whispers goes). Her Marine staff sergeant husband was killed in Afghanistan recently and she and her three kids have been struggling so hard. But you wouldn’t know anything about that. Olivia has been fighting with the Department of Veterans Affairs for months, trying to get the full death benefits she and her kids desperately need and deserve. Her youngest 4-year-old boy Timmy, suffers with a rare case of Lupus. Because of the VA red tape, doctors bills continue to pile up and go unpaid. Before Olivia lost her husband, she had worked as a well-paid paralegal. It was a great day job she loved and had worked in the five years her and her husband were married. His Marine Corps E-6 income, joined with her own helped keep the family in a reasonably comfortable lifestyle for those five wonderful years. At that time, the loving young couple could afford moderate day care for their kids and supplemental medical care for Timmy in addition to that care already being provided by the Department of the Navy and the VA. When her husband died, some freakish screw-up happened in “the system” that ended up with the VA halting payment of all death benefits until the matter could be cleared. That was almost TEN months ago! And thanks to the mess at the VA, Olivia has had to quit her paralegal job in order to care for her kids as she could no longer afford daycare. When she was offered the only job as a night-shift emergency room dispatcher, Olivia asked her junior year college student younger sister Caroline to move in to help care and watch her kids while she (Olivia) worked the much lower-paying NIGHT shift job, which was located some 35 to 40 miles (one way) from her home. Again, you would have no way of knowing this, as many of you judgmental fucks just assumed she was whoring around each night. All you knew was that she always left the apartment around 9 o’clock on most nights and assumed that she was leaving those poor little children alone to fend for themselves.  One of you even placed an anonymous call to Child Protection Services!  You just knew the woman was a slut; coming home around 7:30 each morning as you were about to take your own kids to daycare and school. How dare Olivia show up looking all ragged and shit; her clothes and make-up all fucked up! Yeah; that bitch was with a man… or perhaps several men! The slut! The thought never occurred to you or some of those other nosy Wisteria Lane neighbors that perhaps, just perhaps, Olivia was returning from a long night at work.  You were sure she was whoring around when you kept noticing how she was always letting at least two or three different men in her home during odd hours of the day…and while her kids were in school, no less! She had been doing this more times in the month than was considered “normal  and proper” for a lady!  How were you supposed to know that these men were actually VA representatives, her attorney, and her very-married brother-in-law Scott, himself serving in the Marine Corps as a Lt. Colonel – each visiting to help Olivia through the VA death benefits red tape situation? You were so certain that she was fucking those men! What judgmental fucks YOU are. You may know Olivia but you sure as hell don’t know her story!

Let’s stop right here because I’m sure you get the point. The meaning of Jesus’ “rising from the dead” means very little, now that church – and the Easter Sunday fashion show – is over. Oh… and we know how your day ended. You could not wait for you and the kids to get over to Bob and Alice’s house after church, where your kids and theirs would see Bob (now dressed in a rabbit’s suit), would sit the kids on his lap (while sportin’ and semi-hard boner) and tell the ALTERNATE Easter story about Peter Rabbit and some colored eggs.  You have always thought the bunny story was more credible anyway… just like that old Saint Nicholas story told every Christmas!  After the story, the annual Easter egg hunt (which was always held in that huge backyard Bob and Alice always kept impeccably manicured), would begin. During that time, the four of you adults would gossip about who-wore-what in church today, and who in the neighborhood didn’t mow their lawn and/or wash their car for this very special “holy” day, which for the four of you, was second only to Christmas itself. And of course, you must talk about what you all just heard about that awful, sinful and slutty Olivia! The latest gossip going around now? The slut has just taken in some strange FEMALE visitor. Now what’s that all about?

What a wonderful Easter Sunday this day has turned out to be.

Happy fuckin’ Easter, hypocrites!

Keepin’ It…REAL!

Don’t Say to Me, “Happy Easter”!

*Another presentation in the KIR continuing series of articles of the Steppin’ On The Feet Jesus Washed (SOTFJW) Project-Mission!
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PLEASE…DO NOT  say or wish me a “Happy Easter”!
I’m still trying to figure out how to respond other than saying: “Ishtar be blessed“, “Happy Holidays”, “Good luck with the Easter egg hunt”or some shit like that. I do not subscribe to the pagan holiday-converted-to Christian religious meaning behind Easter.

Now, if you want to give me an Easter basket filled with candy or one of those thick (not hollow) chocolate rabbit figures, then I’ll greatly appreciate it!

Oh…and thanks in advance!

Keepin’ It…REAL!

Bad Porn Videos

I often watch some damn good porn videos but there are others which are bad or cause me to laugh!  As a man, I’m supposed to be visually stimulated while watching porn, not laughing my ass off!  It’s difficult for [most] men to maintain a hard-on if he’s constantly laughing! If there’s anything I hate in porn videos (other than music and the constant interference of the director) is when the participants try too damn hard to perform a particular sex act or they don’t know what they’re doing.  Geez…I could make far better videos!
Here’s my suggestions for a better [home-made] porn video: (Note the metaphors!)

  1. If the “receptacle” is tight (and just right), the chance of a “firm plug” slipping out – wrapped or unwrapped – is minimal. Plug in receptacle outletAlternatively, if the “plug” is firm and the “receptacle” is tight (and just right), the chance of the plug slipping out of the receptacle is minimal. The receptacle should give a certain Hug a plugsuction onto the plug itself Now, if the receptacle and the plug still can’t stay connected, that usually means either the receptacle is too loose to give a snug grip on the plug or the plug is not firm enough or – quite possibly the plug is too damn short.. The owners of either item need to find a compatible unit or work something else out. Anyone who has ever used an electrical appliance like a power drill or vacuum cleaner knows this. (Again, note the metaphors!)
  2. There is a difference in tickling a body cavity with the tongue and getting one’s face, mouth AND tongue all up in said body cavity. However, too much tongue tickling can put extra stress on the tongue muscles (and the tongue is one of the strongest muscles on the body) which can make cunnilingus (or anilingus/ analingus) eventually uncomfortable.
  3. Stop making ugly faces when you go down on someone – be it female or male. If you want to give oral sex to your partner, then show it!  If “it” stinks or is nasty but you still want to enjoy “it”, then it’s kool to stop, go wash “it”, then get back to giving the pleasure. Remember RobFather’s sex rule: Dirty sex is fine – sometimes; but NOBODY has ever turned away CLEAN sex! Keep it fun – but don’t insult! Get some tips on “going down” here. (Some of the techniques in that article are useful for gay men, too!)
  4. Quit with all the fake verbal sounds. Most people watching porn don’t like the repetitive and often misplaced “oohs and aahs”. That shit went out with the vintage porn of the 1970’s and 80’s! You should only be making verbal sounds as a natural response to the sex act being performed.

There’s no need to fake it anymore, people; just do it, feel it and enjoy it! If people remembered these things and do them while filming their sex acts, their videos would be taken more seriously, won’t be laughed at in its entirety, and perhaps even appreciated  by lovers of porn (like me).

Keepin’ It…REAL!

The Freedom of Nudity (Part 2 of 2)

[Read The Freedom of Nudity (Part 1 of 2) here]

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RobFather-XDoing Things While Nude, is Relaxing –
With my love for nudity being so natural, there are often certain things which I enjoy doing while nude.  If you’ve assumed that I was probably naked as I wrote this article you’d be correct! I often write a number of my articles in the nude, especially when I feel warm or it happens to be warm outside.  I do not however, always write in the nude but I’ve found that often my mental creative abilities – as well as my writing skills, are both significantly enhanced and improved during moments of nudity. In fact, much of that mental creativity happens when I’m in the shower!  Some of past roommates or friends thought the reason I often took so long taking a shower was because I was masturbating. I’d get teased because sometimes it was true – since a few have walked in on me doing that. Other times however, I was actually brainstorming!  I’ve written most of my academic term papers in the nude and received high marks on every term paper and report.  Whether I’m shaving at the bathroom sink, taking a shit, bathing in the shower, watching TV or just lying in bed reading or chatting online – nudity has always relaxed me and cleared my mind of clutter and bullshit stresses. If you see me repeat that in this article it’s only because words cannot describe the comfort and psychological freedom nudity brings me.

While I always enjoy being nude, I do not always have to be nude. There is a big difference. When I’m home (or if away in a hotel room) I occasionally watch television, work on my computer, house clean, eat meals and do certain other things of a general nature – all while nude.  I have fantasies of answering my door in the nude, which would be a turn-on since I would love to see the person’s face when I do it, especially if it’s some delivery or apartment maintenance calling unexpectedly. I’m sure I’m not the only person ever to have, or at the very most, lived out such a fantasy!  The closest to nudity I’ve ever answered my door is with a bath towel half-wrapped around my waist.  I’ll settle for that being close to realizing my fantasy for the time being.  Like many men, I prefer to watch porn in the nude, though I know of only a few guys who watch it fully clothed, which only makes sense to me if you were at work or the library; not at home or a close friend’s house. Other things I like to do nude is have an “all nude day”, especially in the very warm to hot days of summer.  If I have to work or go out that day, the moment I get home, off comes the clothing – as I mentioned earlier.  I might wear nothing but boxers or sweat pants (without underwear) but it isn’t long before I’ve pulled that particular clothing off too – just to be… naked.  I often go on Facebook, chat on-line, talk on the phone with friends – all while naked.  Oddly, I rarely do any business or talk to certain relatives over the phone while in nude – unless by chance, such calls occur when I’m already in the nude.  I’m sure some might think it weird or indecent of me but I’m not going to bother with putting on a robe or a pair of shorts just because a certain person happens to call me. Fuck that!  I’ve had to take some necessary and important phone calls while in the middle of a masturbation session – which some would consider to be worse than being nude.  Speaking of sexual pleasure and “decency”:  I have the same casual attitude about people who might walk in my home (which hasn’t happened) or in my bedroom (which has happened… a few times) without knocking.  Chances are the intruding person will see my naked brown ass… and nice-looking cock – in its soft or hard state of being. Check it: I am not one of those people who’d quickly cover up and run to the door to close it. I won’t attempt to hide my nudity. I also will not holler at the person for walking in on me. If I’m masturbating alone or happened to be “sexing” someone, depending on my groove, I might tell the person to either close the door (which they should already know to do out of respect for the privacy of both me and my sex partner) or, depending on the intruder, I might invite him or her to come in, take off their clothes and join me/us.  Yeah, I’m freaky like that! My sexual experience has allowed me to grow in that area and become what sex adviser columnist Dan Savage coins as being “GGG” – good, giving, and game.  I just don’t see why I should let anyone ruin my sexual pleasure – or cause me to lose a good boner – when what I’d be doing sexually is perfectly natural….and legal. The older I get, the less inhibited – or freakier (within good reason) I become!

I mentioned that nudity relaxes me…and it does indeed!  It helps relieve the stresses of the day. It gives me a clear and focused mind. I’m able to rationalize various things; make clear decisions, better develop and write about things on my mind, as well as plan certain things in my life. Nudity helps me sleep well, particularly after I’ve had sex or masturbated.  Later, I’ll write an article about the relationship between sleep and masturbation.

Nudity in the Navy: Homoerotic –
Now an erotic flashback about nudity, homoeroticism and male-bonding in the Navy. When I was in the Navy, I knew quite a few guys (I’m sure there were women too) – both in the barracks on shore and onboard ship who enjoyed nudity, freeballing and sleeping in the nude as much as I. For instance, in every barracks I lived in and on every ship to which I was assigned I knew quite a few guys who slept nude.  It was just a natural thing to see some guys nude and others wearing underwear in their bunks. I remember always being happy to learn that I wasn’t the only one who had no qualms with sleeping nude around other guys. On one of the ships where I was assigned, it was mere coincidence that there were three of us assigned to one tier of bunks – each who just happened to be a nude sleeper. You can imagine what mornings were like – specifically those moments when one of us might see the morning hard-on of one of the other bunkmates.  We often joked about that situation. To make living in that tier of bunks even more relaxing was the fact that neither of us had any inhibitions about masturbation.  Nearly every dude – on ship or shore, had shared or exchanged fuck books (porn magazines) which was a clear indication that they also masturbated. In my case, sleeping in a tier of bunks with two other guys who jerked off (masturbated) as often as I did made it more convenient, especially for those missions or deployments that often lasted anywhere from two weeks to six or seven months!  On long deployments, other than the bunks, one might expect to see (or hear) someone “rubbing one out” (masturbating), either in the head (bathroom), in some auxiliary storage or machine room, or anywhere one would be less likely to get found or caught. When the urge hits a man to “beat off” (masturbate), he’s either going to ignore it or postpone it but at some point, he’s going to “handle his business” – unless of course, he’s got a willing sex partner on board!  I’d bet the ratio of nude sleepers increased on every deployment. I know it certainly did after guys went out and got shit-faced (drunk)! Admittedly, I’ve often let my love for nudity get the best of me under such circumstances – I Sleep Nakedas did a few others!  I recall one instance many years ago, during a visit in the Philippine Islands, where a buddy and I [often] got drunk in Olongapo City, located near Subic Bay. One night when we got back to the ship around 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning, we’d taken off our nasty, sweaty and puke-covered clothes, had a quick shower and started roughhousing in the berthing compartment along with a few other guys who’d also just returned. Imagine a scene where there are several butt-assed naked men running around snapping towels and whooping and hollering like little boys. While a couple of guys fell on their ass in the berthing compartment, I don’t think anyone got hurt, as one by one, we’d eventually retreat to our bunks. That’s just how it was back then; how some of us Sailors and Marines often relieved the stress of deployment – that is, those of  us who were good friends. It was typical male-bonding as we were having innocent fun: drinking and smoking, sometimes fucking the same whores, drinking some more and roughhousing. Damn, I miss those days!

I told that story to illustrate that contrary to some myth, nudity is not a big deal in the military, particularly in the Navy or in the Marine Corps. (I’ve served on ships which had a large complement of Marines.)  As with any environment where several members of the same gender congregate, often the aura of homoerotic (not necessarily homosexual) roughhouse play, feelings or related speech can and do occur. As described in my story, a typical ship’s male berthing compartment is one place where such activity can be found.  Other than those who sleep in the nude, one can find a few guys in the heads (bathrooms) brushing teeth, shaving, pissing or taking shit – all while in the nude – before hitting the showers.  Others would sit at tables wearing either bath towels, boxers or briefs, or nothing at all – while playing cards, chess or just bullshitting. There would always be guys joking about the “junk” on another guy or wrestling in their underwear between the racks of bunks or in the head (bathroom) snapping each other’s asses with wet towels and….well, you already get the idea. It can all be platonically homoerotic; something that is inevitable – these various forms of male bonding, that WILL and often DO happen! In such an environment, men will be… men! All that nudity – non-sexual as it was when I was in the Navy (and I’m sure still is) – would be any gay or bisexual person’s eye-candy, if not masturbatory fantasy!  Yet, these are factual, albeit small examples of homoeroticism in its least or basic form that occurs in the military.

Nudity helped me to relax during the twenty years I spent in the Navy. On the ship, after work, I’d take a shower and just hang out at my bunk or go sit in the berthing compartment lounge (with towel wrapped around my waist) and chill until I was ready to get dressed to go out or stand some mandatory watch on the ship. On shore duty after work, when I got back to my barracks room, I’d strip down to my underwear or take everything off, unless I had a roommate – in which case, I’d just strip down to my boxers or change into a pair of swimmers shorts. Of course nudity was not an issue when I lived off base. Nudity was especially useful in the Navy in helping me to think of ways to resolve certain discipline issues I’d been having with a few of the men (and women) under my supervision. Aside from masturbation, being nude has helped relieve stress and encouraged me to later confront my bosses when I thought they were being thoughtless assholes to me or to my men. The Navy:  what an adventure – in more ways than I dare to talk about! *snickers*

Nudity: Sometimes It’s About Male Bonding –
Nudity is – and can be – sexually enticing (depending on the mindset of the person). However, the act itself often has little to do with sex or suggests that something necessarily sexual is going to happen simply because one is nude or likes to be nude. Again, it often depends on the mindset of the person.  I realize all the talk about nudity – particularly in the Navy may “seem gay” to some readers.  In an all-male environment, as I  said earlier, I believe most men have a natural inclination to be nude, whether it’s in the military, sports or just out camping with the fellas. What is the point of hiding or being ashamed or embarrassed with what every other man has as a sex organ?  Why be hesitant to discuss what most of men do with their cocks and what we might likely experience and talk about on a male-related but not necessarily deeply sexual level? For example, I’m not ashamed to admit that I masturbate. While masturbation is an intimate sexual activity – one which is often done in private, I don’t believe it should be some shameful or “deeply sexual” activity – not when nearly everyone does it – or has done it. I said “often done in private” because many men have – or do – masturbate in the company of other men while watching pornography (sometimes referred to as “mutual masturbation” among other names).  I certainly have! I stopped lying about masturbating in my early to mid-teens, roughly around the same time when other guys my age were freely talking about sex and/or masturbation.  Many men hold deeply intimate, sexually explicit conversations about what one does or likes to do sexually with another person.  Such conversations, the experience of solo and/or mutual masturbation and other forms of sexual experimentation are all rites of passage and a form of male bonding for many sexually interested and active males.  It often can be difficult to hide or disguise simple, innocent and platonic homoerotic activity in a consistently all-male environment.  My attitude therefore, is to not give a fuck about what others think or how they might perceive certain male-bonding situations.

A Simple Form of Physical, Sensual and Masculine Freedom
So there it is readers; finally this article, which was aching in my soul for months to be written, is complete… with a pinch of sexiness! I’ve told the world of my shameless love for nudity.  It is not a perversion or some unique fetish – although I do have a fetish or two.  As far as I’m concerned, nudity is simply a form of physical, sensual and masculine freedom.  It is a part of my masculinity and my particular alpha male characteristic. I believe my love of nudity, being nude and appreciating, if not acknowledging the physical nude beauty of others, is one of the sexiest, most sensual and erotic things about me. Anyone, not related to me by blood, who hopes to be a roommate or in a committed, long-term relationship with me, will have to accept that mindset.  I am indeed, a nudist and am very happy and proud to be one! I’m perfectly kool with nudity, my sexuality and sexual experiences… and I’m kool with sharing them here.

[Read The Freedom of Nudity (Part 1 of 2) here]

Keepin’ It…REAL!

The Freedom of Nudity (Part 1 of 2)

I’ve been entertaining thoughts of writing an article on the subject of nudity – and my personal enjoyment of it – for months!  Before I begin, please note a few things: First, this article is about MY personal enjoyment of nudity and why I enjoy it. I do not speak for others. Second, this article contains content which some readers may consider “TMI” or “too much information”. Where this blog is concerned, there is no such thing as “too much information”. Whatever is written here is obviously something I feel comfortable sharing. Finally, pictures in this article are here merely to illustrate certain points of nudity. Other than picture(s) of me, the other identified male model chosen in this article (Parts 1 and 2) was provided by and is of my Facebook friend, Robert ‘ForbiddenLight’ Michael. I invite you to go check out Forbidden Light’s blog here. Other pictures were chosen randomly from the internet and I take no credit for them.  If you are offended by seeing nude/partially nude men – or their genitalia, then please stop reading now. *******************************************************************************
Nudity:  Appearance Reflects Self-Confidence –Like many men, I enjoy being nude. It’s that simple and I’ll happily explain why. You see, I think nudity – and wanting to be nude – is quite natural. I believe many men have a natural inclination to be nude. We were all born nude and will all be nude at some point nearly every day of our lives. Of course I cannot write an article about nudity without addressing some facts about my appearance and gender characteristics. You’ll learn about those as the article unfolds.

BM nude, squatI am quite comfortable with being able to look at my reflection in the mirror on a daily basis and not feel any shame.  I’m not saying that I have the “perfect-looking” physique – because I don’t – but it is my body and I try to do what I can to take care of it. Care of my body includes trying to eat the right foods (and limited amount of sweets), not drink too much alcohol, get plenty of rest and exercise and manage stressful situations. To know me is to know that I shit, shower and shave – in that order – daily, and that on my own, I shave my head, manicure, pedicure and perform other foot and skin care, all on my own. I’ve always been interested in and have taught myself good grooming skills. I’ve improved and practiced such skills since my early teens because I’ve always cared about my looks and appearance. It wasn’t about vanity; it was more about me being a shy kid and having siblings whose good looks my parents, relatives and friends seem to fuss over. Rarely was I ever called “handsome” or “good-looking” so psychologically, I took that to mean that I wasn’t and ever since have worked on grooming, dress and, at one-time, be heavily involved in physical Robert 'Forbidden Light' Michael (3)fitness. I remember sometimes being called “nature boy” because I was always running and jumping, wrestling and putting my body thorough various physical stresses. I’ve never understood why someone always has to make some slick comment about a guy who takes care of his appearance. There’s nothing wrong with a man wanting to look good.  I believe I speak for other men who believe as I do, that looking good means feeling good and feeling good always exudes self-confidence – and often works wonders for a man’s attitude!

Since retiring from the Navy, I admit to becoming a bit lazy in areas regarding physical fitness but to look at me, it isn’t obvious – that is, if photos of me are any indicator. I have what some might call, an “average-looking” physique for a man my age but I’d be the first to admit that my body could afford to lose a few pounds, some body fat and a little toning up. I’d like to get back into doing that very much but I need to find and make time to get back into the same physical fitness regimen once regularly followed in the Navy. Friends, who normally see me clothed, have told me that I “look good”. People with whom I’ve had sex, and of course my health care doctor, who has seen me nude, each has told me that I look good. In fact, their words alternate between “looking good”reasonably healthy” and “fine”.

The “Bear”, the “Alpha Male” Characteristic, personal concern –
Some people would describe my physique as being “stocky” or “thick” but never once have I ever been described as or called “fat”. Others have said that in gay culture, I would be considered a “bear” due to my thick body frame, naturally hairy body, facial hair, bald head and the alpha-male /hyper-masculine characteristics I display. I’ve been called a “bear” for years – by gay and bisexual friends and women who playfully like to refer to me as a “bear of a man”. I stand at 6’0 ft, and weigh a little over than 215lbs. However, psychologically I’ve never considered myself big or tall. Being called a “bear” is a label – and I hate labels – but the term does have certain masculine and sexual connotations, which as a highly sexual person, is something I cannot ignore or deny.  I’m flattered whenever someone –male or female, calls me a “bear” or calls me their “big ol’ teddy bear”, with the latter being a bit much – considering that teddy bears are supposed to have a gentle nature. While I can be gentle, patient and kool with almost anyone, I have more of the characteristics of my astrological sign Taurus than that of some teddy bear!

People have said to me, “Rob, you reek of sexiness” or they have used words to that effect. That’s a very flattering comment, particularly when it comes from both women and men. Personally, I don’t see it and I’m not exactly sure what that means. Perhaps that’s a good thing. I just know that like most people, I enjoy sex very much. I enjoy talking about sex and nearly all things sexual. I can often find something sexual in just about everything I see, hear and sometimes touch. I suppose that such are the sexual abilities or traits of an alpha male – a man who has no inhibitions about his sexuality and one who is quite comfortable in and with his sexuality; a man who is able to have frank discussions of sex and sexuality and, in most cases chooses those with whom he desires to have sex. I’ll let you read between the lines. I also suppose that makes me a person who is innately and sexually in-tune with his surroundings and the creatures that inhabit it. I freely admit to being such a creature and am not ashamed of it. I know there are those who have speculations of my sexuality or sexual orientation. That’s fine because I can’t help such speculations and I’m at the point in my life where I no longer care. Alpha males do not care much – if anything at all – of what others think of them.  As such, rarely do I acknowledge such speculations – unless specifically asked, nor do I subscribe to or believe in labels. I am always going to be… and do… me and whatever pleases me.

I’m not consciously aware of when my essence is sexual. I suppose that would explain why I occasionally get intimately suggestive notes, phone texts and inbox messages from people I meet or with whom I often communicate on Twitter or my Facebook page. Some of those people are very creative in expressing their attractions to me. Again, it’s extremely flattering and such comments tend to make me blush. Then there are persons who make comments that are directly propositional – meaning, the author is offering sexual favors or is interested in getting me to share very intimate details of what I like and like to do sexually. I find such direct questions and comments rude and disrespectful. I make it a point to never discuss sex on a personal level with persons I don’t know or haven’t known for some time. Still, over the past few years I’ve known of – or have met people who have been – and who are currently watching, listening, and reading what I write here or on Facebook or Twitter, often without me being aware. I’m not used to such…attention. It was because of such undue attention that made me reconsider time and again the decision to write this article about my pleasures of nudity. Truthfully, I’ve kept delaying publishing it/posting this article out of concern that I might be attracting more attention than I’m prepared to handle. For months I’d been conflicted on what to do but, since you’re reading this, you know that I’ve decided to cast such concerns aside and see what, if any, reaction is going to be. Again, welcome to the mind and realism that is RobFather-X!

Nudity: An Expression of Personal Freedom, Sexiness –
By my perception and definition, the desire and enjoyment of being nude is simply an expression – or more specifically, my expression of personal physical freedom and sexiness. Nudity can be sexy and can be an expression of sexiness but it does not imply or mean that one will act or do anything sexual simply by lack of wearing clothing or the removal of some or all clothing. In my case, there are moments when I do not want to wear certain things like shoes and socks or a shirt. There are times when I want to remove any clothing considered restrictive or uncomfortable on my skin or body. Often that means removing everything from it. This doesn’t mean that I hate wearing clothing – quite the contrary! It simply means that I have moments when I’d rather not wear any clothing. I’m sure there’s some fancy medical term for people like me. I’m a person one who takes every available opportunity to wear as little as possible. The opportunities often range from feeling as if I’m wearing less-restrictive clothing – e.g., flip-flops, shorts, tank-tops/sleeveless t-shirt and freeballing (to “freeball” is to not wear under garments like briefs or boxers – or for women, panties), to wearing absolutely nothing at all whenever I can – especially if the feeling to be clothing-free occurs to me. For example, I don’t like having my cock and balls restricted; which is why I often freeball when wearing jeans, dark-colored khakis or summer shorts. Sometimes I might wear a dress-style jockstrap to keep my schlong in place. When I decide to wear undergarments – or as a matter of social decency because I’m attending some business or formal function, my underwear of choice is boxer shorts. Over the years of my life, I’ve owned and worn briefs, bikini briefs and boxer briefs. I still own a few pairs of boxer-briefs but rarely wear them as they, like the briefs worn decades ago, can become uncomfortable. As I write this, I’m recalling past conversations with my brethren who say they cannot freeball without getting hard (having an erection). I understand that completely. Freeballing does take some getting used to before it becomes second nature to the point when you’ve “trained” your dick to behave itself. Perhaps someday I’ll write a short article on how a guy can get used to freeballing. It just might prove useful! Other examples of nude freedom would be: sleeping nude, spending a day being semi or completely nude (usually after my shower) or shedding my shoes and socks at work or in the car (or bus), if I’m to be on the road for long distance trips lasting a few hours or more. Of course, I have enough sense – and decency to know when and where to take off certain clothing so don’t worry about me showing at some grocery or convenience store wearing a trench coat and flip-flops.

Love of Nudity: Started At Young Age –
I cannot recall when I first felt clothing to be restrictive but I do remember that in my pre-teens, whenever I would go to bed, I’d often sneak and take off my pajamas or briefs the moment I was under the covers – and when I thought my [first foster] mother was no longer going to check in on me. I was around age 9 or 10, (around the same time when I began masturbating).  I remember how comfortable I felt being naked under the covers. I’m sure my mother knew what I was doing, as I recall the occasional comments she made about how I’d always kicked off the covers when I slept.  Yet she never once scolded me for those nights when I “caught” me nude-sleeping. What a kool lady!

When it comes to one being nude it does not nor should it matter if a person is skinny, fat or just “average-looking” (like me).  People who enjoy nudity come in all shapes and sizes.  If you feel comfortable being naked, go for it! This is why nude beaches and naturalist colonies are so popular. Such places however, are only for people who appreciate the beauty of the human body – with all its flaws. It is for those people who enjoy the freedom and comforts of nudity and who are able to respect others being nude.  Mind you, such places require a certain degree of decorum which must be observed at all times. That’s not to say horny people shouldn’t participate in naturist colonies or gatherings – by all means, please do! Just be… kool! I suggest going to such places with Black couple, nudesexually mature, adult people; those persons whom you know will conduct themselves sensibly and with respect. By the way fellas:  getting a boner on a nude beach is perfectly natural (and may even serve as a compliment to some people) and occasionally is seen – even on public beaches. Don’t worry about it! After awhile, you’ll lose the boner anyway as your mind would soon be focused on simply relaxing and enjoying the warm sun and the sound of the waves hitting the beach.  Again, just be… kool – and respect yourself and others. Before long, going to nude beaches will no big deal since your dick will know not to rise to attention at the sight of other nude bodies.

[Article continues with The Freedom of Nudity (Part 2 of 2) here.]

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