I don't think it's gay man on nude beach=sex more men on naturist beach = sex period. That's the way textile people think. The fwhor.. anything happen attitude. We've seen it all me and my wife,that's the only reason we only go to the beach on foreign holidays.
During the 1970s I saw ads for various nudist resorts within reach of NYC where I lived. I phoned to ask about visiting and was told that I would need to be accompanied by a female. As a gay man, that policy shut me out. Then, in the early 1980s, I became a charter member of a newly formed NYC-based social club called MAN (Males Au Natural). It was a totally positive, absolutely non-sexual, social experience. We met in members' homes and made day trips to beaches and waterfalls. I have nothing but fond memories and a warm sense of fraternal belonging. I have since moved to California so I'm no longer involved with that club or any of its current members, but I believe that MAN is still active.
Although I have granted blanket permission for Dustin to use my online images in his blog posts, it's always a bit of a surprise to be engrossed in reading an article and suddenly discover a photo of myself illustrating it. The picture of me beneath the rainbow arch of balloons was taken during a long-ago Pride weekend in SF. I was simply strolling along when I saw the balloons and stripped down expressly for the photo. At that time, public nudity was legal and commonplace in SF. A passerby took the picture for me without even batting an eyelash... I miss those days! hadn't seen or thought about that pic in years! It was fun to rediscover it, especially in the context of such a worthwhile article.
I don't think it's gay man on nude beach=sex more men on naturist beach = sex period. That's the way textile people think. The fwhor.. anything happen attitude. We've seen it all me and my wife,that's the only reason we only go to the beach on foreign holidays.
During the 1970s I saw ads for various nudist resorts within reach of NYC where I lived. I phoned to ask about visiting and was told that I would need to be accompanied by a female. As a gay man, that policy shut me out. Then, in the early 1980s, I became a charter member of a newly formed NYC-based social club called MAN (Males Au Natural). It was a totally positive, absolutely non-sexual, social experience. We met in members' homes and made day trips to beaches and waterfalls. I have nothing but fond memories and a warm sense of fraternal belonging. I have since moved to California so I'm no longer involved with that club or any of its current members, but I believe that MAN is still active.
Although I have granted blanket permission for Dustin to use my online images in his blog posts, it's always a bit of a surprise to be engrossed in reading an article and suddenly discover a photo of myself illustrating it. The picture of me beneath the rainbow arch of balloons was taken during a long-ago Pride weekend in SF. I was simply strolling along when I saw the balloons and stripped down expressly for the photo. At that time, public nudity was legal and commonplace in SF. A passerby took the picture for me without even batting an eyelash... I miss those days! hadn't seen or thought about that pic in years! It was fun to rediscover it, especially in the context of such a worthwhile article.
Another great article Dustin and one that clarifies many of the questions regarding LGBTQ+ people involved with naturism. Thank you.