(This was submitted by one of our readers who’d rather not mention his name which we naturally regard)
My Naked Party Narrative:
I was exceptionally fortunate in that my first nudist or social experience with nudity was at a bare party hosted by close buddies. I will call them Sunday and Lila.
We met years ago, during our collegedays. Back then, we were all dirt poor grad students waiting tables at a popular campus eatery. Sunday was a musical theater geek who played piano and guitar. I sang a little. So did Lila. During open mic Saturdays at the eatery, Lila and I regaled diners with classic Broadway duets. Sometimes we received ovations, but mainly we only awakened the dead.
During time spent together outside of work, we three discovered quite a couple of things in common. We all have left leaning politics, custom pipe tobacco recipes, all matters steam-punk…
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