Strip First!

 

This is a blog, an online journal, about nakedness. Well, to be honest, it's about being gay and being naked. But for starters, let's deal with what is easily controlled and that is the issue of clothes. There are two choices: wear them or not wear them. It's cut and dry and not confusing. Since this is a diary of nudity, let's get naked. I am right night now clothes-free and I trust you are the same. This way, we're both equal and the same.

 

Clothes conceal. They cover up our true selves, our physical bodies. They hide what makes us all the same, our nudity. Our physical forms may be a little different: some of us are hairy, some aren't. A few of us have large cocks, the rest of us have moderate or smaller penises. Others are muscular and then there are those who aren't. But if we're naked, we're basically all the same. When I'm naked in the company of my gay nudist brothers, my masculinity is obvious for all to see. I'm being honest and not attempting to present myself as something that I'm not.

 

If at all possible, strip off those damn garments that bury all your natural beauty, your birth-right, and join me in being naked while you're here. If you aren't already a nudist, then consider this an introduction into the nude world. If you're already a nudist, then you should be completely comfortable and feel right at home.

 

Why did I choose the title, Guys Without Boxers? A little play on being naked. When I have to wear clothes, I prefer boxer underwear (let the boys hang free). Therefore, when I'm nude, obviously, I'm a guy without boxers (and briefs, for that matter).

 

Naked hugs.