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In the Italian military academies, especially among officers, there’s a strong tradition of goliardia — a form of brotherly, irreverent humor that oft...
Assault at Sunriseby Canyon Trader This is a short story about Val and Mary Ann and their first venture into social naturism.   Assault at Sunriseby...
Hello there. With the general election looming in the U.K. , I wonder if you have some time to listen to a little about a new party on the political s...
A poem to celebrate being naked on Sunday. In the warmth of a Sunday's embrace, We shed our fabrics, our worldly lace, Beneath the sun's gentle, glowi...
A poem about Forum Friday. In the heart of the week, as Friday unfolds, A gathering blooms, where stories are told. Under the sun, and the moon's gent...
Thursday Thoughts and Frivolities, Film Based Cocktails, a poem... In the heart of the week where thoughts take flight,Thursday unfolds, a prelude to ...
AÂ Mid-week, Mid-Morning, Magic Moment poem. In the heart of the week, 'neath the mid-morning sun,A moment of magic, quietly begun.The world in its hus...
A short poem celebrating nudity on Tuesday. Â In the light of Tuesday's tender dawn,Bare souls wake, with not a stitch to don.Nudity whispers, "Be fre...
A sonnet to celebrate nude Monday. In Monday's light, let garments fall away,To start the week as nature had intended,With not a single thread to lead...
A poem about being naked on Sunday! In the quiet hush of Sunday's dawn,No fabric whispers, no curtains drawn,The sun peeks shyly, as if to say,"Arise,...