Naked B-ball: My NBA!


I’m probably violating all sorts of copyright laws and regulations here, so please send dark chocolate candies to me when I’m locked up in prison. I’ve often written here of my favorite sport: basketball. Professional basketball players (USA), owners and teams are all affiliated with the National Basketball Association (NBA). The NBA also licenses sports gear and other team paraphernalia and products. It’s the umbrella for a multi-billion dollar-a-year industry. That’s the official, copyrighted NBA in the proverbial nutshell.

My NBA is slightly different. It isn’t nearly as prestigious nor as wealthy. It doesn’t sell jerseys and sports gear because…well, there isn’t any. You see, in my world, the initials “NBA” represent Natural (as in naked) Basketball Athletes. I coined that name perhaps eight years ago when I played on an adult, gay and naked recreation basketball (B-ball) league in the Washington, DC, metropolitan area. I think our league lasted maybe three or four years until we lost access to a local gymnasium where we played our games and practiced. That’s the unofficial, non-copyrighted (and clothes-free) NBA in the proverbial nutshell. No uniforms, just a pair of basketball shoes, socks, our nude bodies and one basketball.

Bballnkdcox I don’t remember exactly how I discovered the existence of this league, as it was kept mostly as a local secret within the Washington, DC, same gender loving nudist community. We weren’t permitted to have a large number of spectators so as not to attract large crowds to our games. As most can imagine, an indoor court peopled by all-male nude basketball players is likely to draw a sizable audience of gay men, among others. A sizable number of fans requires professional staff to monitor their behavior and no public facility wanted the label of nude or gay associated with their name.

So for a few years we enjoyed the freedom of playing our favorite sport in relative obscurity and in complete bareness. We’d arrive at the site at the designated time, all parade into the gym, strip down to nothing and for a couple of hours watch basketball until it was time for our team to play, then run freely, bouncing up and down the playing court before having to bundle up in winter clothing and venture back into the textile (clothed) world. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon in the middle of winter: getting exercise, sharing nude camaraderie and athletic competition.

Within the Washington, DC, same gender loving clothes-free community, we basketball-players enjoyed a limited amount of local notoriety. Nothing like that accorded the professional basketball stars but it was nice attending events inside the gay nude culture and being recognized, photographed and offered the occasional free cocktail or mixed drink. It made all those hours of naked practice well-worth the effort. Our just rewards. My particular team, one year, was even treated to complimentary weekend hotel rooms (courtesy of a local fan) at Sandy Hook, the closest clothing-optional beach.

Playing bare basketball wasn’t appreciated by all of our local gay naked community. A few of my social nudist acquaintances questioned if we were really same gender loving because we participated in sports activities. It seems in their narrow minds, gay men and athletics aren’t compatible. This may indeed be a myth, a stereotype but it isn’t fact and it definitely is far from being the truth. Some men who love men may be indifferent to athletic competitions but not all. The seventy plus men who participated in our league on various teams attest to this. I admit I was taken aback by these fellow nudists who criticized us for taking part in any activity that permitted and promoted social nakedness.


I’ve never really understood this type of negativity. There aren’t that many opportunities for gay social nude interaction during the winter months. I’ve always believed we should all be supportive of one another. There are more than enough critics of both social nudity and the same gender loving community than for us to attack our own for no obvious reason aside from a sport-of-choice. But then, there have always been haters in the world, naked or clothed, same gender loving or otherwise.

I appreciate every moment that I spend experiencing nudity. I am happy being a man with the ability to love other men. I am proud to be in love with my man, Aaron. The result is that I truly enjoyed being a part of  Natural Basketball  Athletes (my NBA). I always liked playing the sport of basketball and consider myself fortunate to have had the opportunity to engage in that sport, along with gay peers, while completely naked (except for footwear). My only regret is that my “career” ended all-too-soon. At least, I had the chance.

I continue to play basketball whenever possible. I still take part in an adult recreational basketball league, although my team now is not exclusively queer (gay) and we are required to wear a uniform (a sleeveless jersey and basketball shorts, plus shoes). But I do miss the companionship of competing with my brothers, all same gender loving and naked. At least, I have the memories.

There is one more consolation. Despite what the nay-sayers claim, I am still and will continue to be a proud, happy, same gender loving man who indulges in participating in the sport of basketball!

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!


No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

End of February, 2015


Bottoms Up!

End of February, 2015

February may be the shortest month of the calendar, but it also offers some of the most attractive buttocks ever found on men, anywhere. It is one of the coldest months of the year in the Northern Hemisphere, but it provides a collection of some of the hottest bottoms known on this planet.


Climb onto my table and let me give you a relaxing massage!


On those frigid cold February mornings, sometimes you feel like you never want to get out of bed.


So step up to the bar and celebrate! The good news is that February is the absolute last full month of the Winter, 2015.

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!


No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

Guest Blogger: Oscar Alejandro Plascencia


Please allow me to introduce, once again, Oscar Alejandro Plascencia (pictured above and throughout this blog entry), the author of this guest post on A Guy Without Boxers. I’ve followed Oscar’s blog, In So Many Words (click to visit), since he started publishing here in September, 2014. In the image above, Oscar is comfortable in his bed, nude (of course, I told you he was comfortable) and composing a literary piece to post on his site. Although not a practicing active naturist/nudist, he honestly admits to having enjoyed skinny-dipping with friends, both gay and lesbian, a number of years ago.

Over the past five months, Oscar and I have become electronic friends beyond the usual blogging-buddy experience. He subtitles his literary blog as “an exploration in metrical writing.” He describes In So Many Words as a “No H8 venue where all works written are the views and opinions of a mind in retrospect. I am a gay man and self-professed serial monogamist currently on hiatus.” There, a glimpse into his creative and innovative mind. He’s a literary genius (my words, not his) who offers his goal for his site: I hope to share my thoughts in the form of poetry, prose and sometimes short stories.

Oscar is an awesome author and poet and in the course of collaborating with him for this post, I’ve discovered a talented visual artist as well. Several examples of his art are located in the content of his personal experience below. Please get naked with Oscar and myself and enjoy his guest blog post, My First Male Nude. This is a true story based on a real-life event.


My First Male Nude

The model steps onto the platform in the center of the classroom with his back towards me and removes his robe, flinging it onto the floor and off of the platform. If only he knew how much I was looking forward to this day…He is very confident in his movements and appears to be a veteran at posing; he sits down on the platform, his back still towards me and rests his left arm onto his raised left knee. Our challenge is to capture the essence of the pose and not necessarily the details of the model as he will be changing poses every fifteen minutes. That explains the beeping that emits from the watch on his right wrist.

Charcoal lines, shading, smudging and even erasure marks start to take shape upon the once stark white, naked page before me. My sketch seems to be floating so I choose to blackout a negative space to contrast the model and add the platform on this otherwise bland view of his back. I’m nervous, perhaps even a bit paranoid as the instructor of this weekend, advanced art class circles the room, spying on the progress of each student standing before an easel. We had been sketching female models for the previous two weekends and this is our first, my first male nude.


“Male Study On Platform” by Oscar Alejandro Plascencia

I remove the current sketch to reveal a new, clean page on my easel and fish for a new willow vine from my tool box while the model changes pose. My right hand is soiled in charcoal soot, but I do not wipe it clean as this will serve for shading. The clock is ticking. I look up to find that I am staring right into the model’s dark brown eyes. He looks to be in his mid-fifties with short, salt and pepper hair, above the collar but long enough to curl at the ends. His mustache is overgrown and unkempt, concealing most of his upper lip. He sits facing me with legs crossed and palms upon his knees. I dare not drop my eyes below his navel. His bell is rotund, somehow I hadn’t noticed during his other poses. The spotlight off of his neck and collarbone is almost too bright. And that’s when I realize that he is the spitting image of my father.

“Nice blank page you got there,” the instructor states as he stands behind me. My charcoal stick falls to the floor. “Is everything okay?” I stammer and stutter as I retrieve it from the ground. “Yes, I just have a lot on my mind.” Half true, half lie. No, everything is not okay. And suddenly, I do have a lot on my mind. As I start to scrawl abstract shades onto the page the instructor moves on to the next student, but I can sense him keeping an eye on me as he continues his tour around the room.


I stare at this older model and force myself to render his facial features. His large eyes, the way his hair hangs, the shape of his nose, even the bags under his eyes all remind me of my father. I’m scratching the charcoal onto the page to make up for lost time. I could swear that I saw him smirk at me just now, but he is stoic and unchanging in his pose. I elect to focus on his face more so than his body. I’ve depicted every strand of hair, including the gray ones. But his torso is a careless and awkward scribbling of light and shadow that belie my true potential.


“Male Study-frontal” by Oscar Alejandro Plascencia

My mind is a muddled mess racing with images of my naked father. Flashes upon flashes of images brought to the fore like Hollywood paparazzi snapshots: Sitting on the couch, naked. Walking to the restroom, naked. Watching TV, naked. Always walking about the house, naked. Nothing shameful, nothing lewd. Just naked, naked, naked. I remember my father seemed comfortable and at ease in his own home, in his own skin. Maybe it was the decade, it was the 70’s. Maybe it was Summer, we didn’t have AC. Maybe he was just being (indoors who he couldn’t be outdoors) a free bird. There was never anything obscene about his nudity. Nothing lascivious. But I knew better than to invite friends over without prior notice to my parents.

The instructor stands behind me once again, but this time is silent. The model raises and lowers his brows, but otherwise is motionless until his wristwatch beeps and the instructor calls for a break. I circle the room observing the efforts of my peers and admire the many talents and their varying degrees of artistic interpretation. When I reach my easel the model, now robed, and the instructor greet me with smiles and kudos. “How would you like to receive private lessons?” asks the instructor. My furrowed brow prompting the model to interject, “I’m just admiring your handiwork, the offer is from your teacher.”


“Think on it,” says the instructor, “you have great potential.” But I think my young mind has had enough artistic nudity for now (not to mention the flash backs) without delving into private lessons. Something about the look in their eyes, the tone in their voices makes me wary. What have I gotten myself into? I had to forge my parent’s signatures to take this weekend class. The model steps onto the platform in the center of the classroom with his back towards me and removes his robe, flinging it onto the floor and off of the platform. If he only knew how much I was looking forward to this day.

~ ~ ~

Muchos gracias, Oscar! Thank you for sharing the memory, the sketches and your nudity with us all. A fantastic job, amigo! Please remember to check out Oscar’s blog, In So Many Words (click title to view), and follow him so you don’t miss any of his fascinating works. He usually publishes his site Monday through Friday. He has earned his place on our Page of Fame: Dare 2 Bare. Click the title to go directly to the page.

My poetic friend, Oscar, has composed an awesome ode to nudity. It is so amazing and inspirational that I’m surprised the entire world isn’t cavorting bare at this moment! Published just this past Friday, February 20, 2015, it’s titled Au Naturel, (click to view directly). I know you’ll agree it’s an epic masterpiece joyfully celebrating nakedness!

On a personal note, I publicly extend to Oscar my sincere appreciation for his extraordinary contributions towards this project. He’s an awesome man to work with and an amazing talent in his own right. The honor and pleasure are mine. I’m grateful for all his efforts here. Return here next month, March, 2015, as he is the featured artist of the Spring Gallery, 2015, on the page, Boxer-Free Art. His visual renderings are a perfect way to welcome the return of Spring!

Abrasos desnudos, Oscar, mi amigo!

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!


No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

New Reads, Nude Year…


Okay, I’ll be totally honest and up-front here. I’m a man who celebrates every year as a nude year. How do I do this? Easy. I am naked as much as possible, whenever possible, as often as possible. This shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone who knows me. I’m a strong advocate for clothes-freedom and am bare at home practically all the time. Since every time I leave our condo, I have to wear clothes, I’ll be comfortable and nude at all opportunities otherwise. We all do what makes us happy, right?

So, while Aaron and I hibernate at home, bare, during this often frigid season of the year, what do we do? We use this as a time to explore new reading resources, especially new or new-to-us blogs. Although Aaron doesn’t maintain his own blog (he prefers to compose his original poetry in a journal), he has adopted my habit of  looking for new and refreshing authors, not just those writing about gay-related or nude-friendly themes. We don’t exclude same gender loving and nude topics, but they aren’t necessarily a prerequisite.

Often we discuss and share our new discoveries over our meals together. Many times, Aaron unearths treasures that have escaped my attention. This dinner-time exchange has often introduced me to a number of future favorites and friends. During the winter months, this conversation is a part of our Thursday evening, date-night routines. It’s good to have an extra pair of eyes and another brain to pour over emerging sites, literal, visual or a combination of both. To read more on our date nights, click here.

Below are some of the new blogs that we’re perusing, while indoors, warm and nude, in this new year. I’m listing them here as an introduction in order that readers may enjoy them also. They’re not posted in any particular order and I encourage all to give them a visit and see what they offer. Simply click the link included in each title.

Top Secret! Highly classified! Don’t tell anyone, but more than likely, when Aaron and I are sharing these blogs on our Thursday night date nights, we’re both warm and naked inside the comfort of our home. Now, is anyone really surprised?

Gays In The Life

Gays In The Life is a blog meant to illustrate that gay relationships are just like heterosexual relationships and is based on the author’s personal experience with life, love and the regular, everyday ups and downs of marriage. Written by J. Miller, who currently resides in Indianapolis, Indiana, with his husband, the blog is subtitled, “building our white picket fence.” For me, that’s part of the appeal of this site, the extraordinary “ordinariness” of the lives of same gender loving couples. Miller uses his unique insight and sheds light on the human commonality of all of our lives, no matter who we love.

The Life of a Gay Muslim

The title of this online journal is what initially caught my attention and drew me to The Life of a Gay Muslim. This site features the amazing poetry, personal experiences and fictional short stories of the writer, a talented young gay man who happens to be of the Islāmic faith. This blog is subtitled: “Am I gonna come out one day? Hopefully. In the meantime, I really want to tell my story.” I’m not usually interested in reading about lives and opinions from any belief system perspective, but this one is the single exception. The anonymous creator (understandable) writes with emotion and honesty about both his desires and dilemma. He transfers to the page maturity beyond his not-even youthful eighteen years of age.

Nude Fab

When Aaron first shared this one with me, I thought: okay, another nude blog. After reading a few posts, I was excited to discover another site written by a same gender loving brother with whom I can identify. The author of Nude Fab, Fabien, is married for ten years and an openly practicing gay nudist. We share a similar philosophy in that we both include images of our personal nudity within our respective blogs so that we’re credible advocates for same gender loving naturism/nudism. Fabien lives with his husband in Nova Scotia, Canada, and describes himself as a Home nudist for almost four years who’s just now branching out into the world and finding groups with like interests. He loves to paint, swim in the nude, read and listen to music.

Boi Growing Up

Cory, the creator of Boi Growing Up, is a young man from the New York City area who uses his acerbic wit and discerning eye to share his observations on his world, our society along with shortcomings and on life in general. A practicing Buddhist, he, like myself, is a product of a large family (six siblings). Cory identifies himself as blog “host” as opposed to blog author or writer. His blog is subtitled “…listening, watching, observing, learning, experiencing…” He brings a fresh view on life to all of us here in the blog-o-sphere through his literary talents.

I urge all to visit the above journals and explore their offerings. They’re informative, fun, enlightening and entertaining, each in their own style. Gays In The Life, The Life of a Gay Muslim, Nude Fab and Boi Growing Up are all listed on my A Guy Without Boxers Favorites page. Click here to go directly to this page.

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!


No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

Gym Relief


One of the funny attributes about New Year Resolutions is that most people are of the mindset that they are designed to be broken, and soon. Why? That’s for greater minds than mine to decipher. Perhaps people try to attempt too many changes at one time. Maybe they should instead focus on one or two resolutions and forget all the rest. It’s easy to become distracted when attempting to address so many behaviors. It’s just too much happening all at once.

I’m all in favor of personal development and improvement. I certainly don’t wish anyone failure in any of these areas. I’m in support of the efforts of all in improving their health and wellbeing. Today’s hectic lifestyle forces many to neglect these areas of their lives outright or to postpone any attempts of self-improvement. Everyone deserves as much encouragement as possible when trying to enhance their quality-of-life.

Still, every year around the beginning of the New Year, I often shake my head in amazement at the number of people flocking to my gym: new members. All resolute and determined to lose weight and get into physical shape within the first week of the first month of the new year. Like years of neglect can be erased overnight.

I’m even more baffled by the lack of patience these new fitness enthusiasts have with both themselves and the entire behavior change process. I understand their desire for better health and for a modified physical condition, but common sense should make them realize this isn’t going to be realized instantaneously. The sad truth is they didn’t arrive in their current situation within a matter of a few weeks and they won’t see immediate results either. Goals take time to accomplish.

I often chuckle to myself when this mob of the newbie fitness-and-weight-conscious descend on my gym. The source of my amusement is the high probability that these numbers will begin to sharply decrease in about two weeks then be considerably diminished within six weeks. The majority of these new faces won’t even last to the end of February. Human nature craves instant gratification and that simply doesn’t happen when dealing with weight-loss and body conditioning. It’s a completely unrealistic expectation.

I’m honest and freely admit that I am somewhat saddened when I see all these new bodies enter the gym. It means longer waits to use the equipment and confused folks wandering around without a clue as to what they’re doing. They’re unfamiliar with the layout of the gym and quite frankly have no idea what apparatus to ask for help in locating. Yes, they are an inconvenience. Sadly, they’re a short-lived inconvenience. I really do hate to see people fail at their goals.

Before people make their resolutions for the new year, I wish they would consider the amount of time needed to reach their desired results. Behavior modification takes time as learned behaviors are the most difficult habits to change. In planning these new routines, everyone should carefully think about all the strategies needed for success.

Of course, no one will heed these words of advice. Another New Year will come with people crowding the gym in search of the instant fitness solution. Will they ever realize that our physical bodies are a work-in-progress that need regular care and attention? I hope not! It’s always nice to have a good laugh during the frigid month of February! For me, it’s one of the early signs of the approach of the Springtime!

Before anyone asks, no, my local gym is not clothing optional. I should be so lucky. Honestly, I don’t know of a clothes-free gym in the entire Washington, DC, metropolitan area. Trust me, I’ve checked!

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!


No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

Presidential Nudity


Before I begin this post on A Guy Without Boxers, I need to offer an explanation so as to avoid any confusion. I don’t want to be accused of misleading anyone with the title. This upcoming weekend is a three-day public holiday here in the USA. It’s President’s Day on Monday, February 16, 2015. A date set aside to honor all national presidents, both past and present. To my knowledge, there has been no naturist/nudist chief executive of this country, although a number of our leaders have enjoyed skinny-dipping, either in the White House pool or outside in the Potomac River (among other places).

I should also add here that the USA President does not wear a crown. Crowns are a symbol of royalty, not elected officials. I do concede that some past presidents have behaved as though they were regal (arrogant and entitled), they did not inherit that station as part of their birthright. To date, all American presidents were all born as commoners and none held any noble rank (either before or after their election).

What this entry title, Presidential Nudity, does refer to is the recent custom that Aaron and I have of spending the President’s Day weekend as guests, along with other couples, at the suburban, Washington, DC, home of an acquaintance of ours. As socially uncouth as it is to mention, he’s wealthier than all the combined deities of this world and his home (palace) contains a full-size indoor pool among its many amenities.


Our host is an older nudist gentlemen who enjoys the company of younger, same gender loving, nude men. He and his current partner (he’s had several over the past five years or so) are gracious and generous and encourage all their guests to be clothes-free as much as possible throughout the entire extended holiday weekend. Truthfully, swimming suits are actually not allowed in the pool area, whatsoever, while we’re there. Nudity is mandatory in the game room,   the dining room, the library and other common rooms during the entire stay. Clothes simply are not an option.

This has never been a problem for Aaron and I, nor, it seems, for any of our fellow house guests (we’re basically the same from year-to-year). Based on our conversations on previous visits, we’ve learned that all of them have frequented nude destinations in the past and none have exhibited any sort of discomfort with nudity.

We (Aaron and I) have always looked forward to this holiday social event in the past. It’s been an opportunity for a mid-winter get-away during one of the coldest months of the year and a chance to socialize clothes-free outside our usual circle of friends. We both know and understand that the main reason we’re on the guest list is because we’re a novelty: a biracial couple (Aaron’s African-American, I’m Greek). To be perfectly honest, of the six pairs of partners invited, Aaron is the only Black guest we’ve ever seen here. Another bonus is the luxury of a heated indoor pool while the outdoor temperatures often hover near the freezing mark.


This year is somewhat different, however. It wasn’t until we received our e-vite a few weeks ago that either one of us realized that the President’s Day weekend included the actual Valentine’s Day. Since last Autumn, Aaron and I have made plans to make this Valentine’s Day a special one for the two of us. One better spent in the company of family and close friends rather than acquaintances we hardly know. Between the both of us, it’s still a mystery as to how this oversight happened. Obviously, we have no one to blame other than ourselves.

For most of the past two weeks, Aaron and I have discussed among us our options in this situation. When we initially received our invitation, we automatically confirmed our attendance without consulting a calendar. That was our mistake. The result being is that now we have conflicting plans scheduled for the same day (Valentine’s). We’ve tried to discover a solution to our dilemma here.

We both wanted to make this a special Valentine’s Day. We made reservations for a dinner at a popular restaurant and accommodations for an overnight stay at an exclusive Washington, DC, hotel. Our own way to celebrate us. A unique Valentine’s Day that is both intimate and romantic. One to remember for years to come.


At the same time, we don’t want to offend our President’s Day hosts. We both enjoy this annual February retreat and the chance for a winter mini-nakation it affords us (minus the hassles of dealing with airports). The new faces and scenery are a welcome respite from the dreary, cold, seasonal monotony. One of the numerous benefits of this holiday weekend custom is being able to swim naked with others in the indoor pool while looking out over the barren and sometimes snowy landscape. A resort-like feeling without the inconvenience of clothing – for the entire three or four-day visit. That and the knowledge that our fun isn’t impacted by the threat of inclement weather conditions.

The above and a few other considerations convinced us to go ahead with our routine plans to attend our President’s Day commitment. Since we’d already confirmed with our hosts, that should be our priority. We agreed that it was far simpler to cancel reservations at the hotel and restaurant than to try to decline a personal invitation. Although Valentine’s Day is only once a year, President’s Day is an extended weekend that offers a longer period of naked fun. Over the course of multiple days, we can always find time for privacy.

We can live with being kings for a holiday weekend!

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!


No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

S’Naked Season!


S’Naked isn’t a misprint or a typographical error. It’s a nudecentric word that is a combination of snow and naked. It’s something those of us who practice clothes-free living do outside during the winter and there’s a snowfall outside. To put it simply, it’s like skinny-dipping in the snow. No expensive equipment necessary and for the most part, it’s all natural and free. The only requirement is to be fun-loving, naked and creative. Just like skinny-dipping.

Of course, there is one major difference between skinny-dipping in the summer and being s’naked during the winter and that is the temperature outside. For most, this discrepancy is a negative aspect and hinders many from trying this new adventure. That’s the reason that I prefer to focus on the similarities. Mentally, once we begin to look beyond the negatives, anything becomes possible and doable with the right mindset. It’s all based on perception.

I should know. All my life, I avoided the snow because of my disdain for being cold and uncomfortable. Even as a child, my brothers would race through the house collecting scarves, gloves and hats eager to go outside and play in the fresh-fallen snow. Not me. I preferred to stay inside where it was warm and cozy and leave the cold alone. I could remain in my bedroom, be naked and most importantly, be happy. There was no need for me to don bulky layers of clothing just to go outside and be miserable.


The sad truth is, I remained a s’naked virgin until five years ago. That fact remains as one of the major regrets of my life so far. I went all those years allowing my dread of the cold and winter depriving me of the pleasures of s’nudity. It wasn’t until my friendship with Jay (see January 12, 2015, post, click here ) that I was finally convinced to abandon this foolish phobia.

I met Jay in January, 2009, and it took him a full year to convince me to try being s’naked. The above photo was taken on Saturday, January 30, 2010, my maiden voyage into the world of s’nudity. It was the first measurable snowfall of that new year and Jay was spending the weekend with Aaron and me. We were hanging out naked inside our condo and it was snowing outside. Jay had spent most of the year extolling the joys of being naked in the snow and encouraging me to try it. The opportunity finally presented itself and I figured What the hell? Why not?

So, I got s’naked. I’m so glad that I did. I’ve been hooked ever since. At the moment the image of me was made, I was the only one of our trio naked. Jay soon stripped and joined me in nudity and a brief snowball fight soon followed. Aaron stayed fully clothed.

It took another year for both Jay and I to talk Aaron into “snow-skinny-dipping.” However, once he mustered the courage to experience it, he’s been equally converted to the thrills of s’nudity. It’s a truly liberating adventure and an indescribable sensation. Aaron honestly looks forward to the first snow event of the year anticipating another s’naked opportunity. This enthusiasm from a man who is as much of a frigidphobe as myself. Neither of us are brave enough to face the challenges of being nude in ice, but we both are fans of s’nudity.


Aside from the outside temperatures, there is one other noticeable difference between s’naked and skinny-dipping. Unlike the summer counterpart, the winter version, for some, requires some adjustment in attitude and/or outdoor behavior. Once these happen, many discover that they actually enjoy the experiences of social s’nudity.

I’d like to share a few lessons that I’ve learned from my s’naked experiences that will, hopefully, ease others into their forays into s’nudity. These suggestions are general and each one will need to adapt them to fit their specific needs.

1. The body’s extremities cool first and are the source of the greatest amount of heat loss. Total nudity may offer the best photo opportunities but not necessarily the optimum conditions for s’nudity. I encourage everyone to keep feet covered and dry, wear gloves on their hands and a hat on their head. Sunglasses are recommended to reduce glare from the sunlight.

2. A light, dry snow is perfect for s’nakedness. The dryness slows down the coldness sensation. A heavy, wet snow is the most difficult to adjust, especially if it is the first time. A wetter snow melts faster on the skin and freezes quicker than a dry snow.

3. Take care not to over-expose (no pun intended) yourself when attempting s’nudity for the first couple of times. Five to seven minutes of nakedness is the general maximum amount of time, accompanied by physical activity. Gradually increase the nude time in small increments. Cover and warm the body between periods of nudity.

4. The use of sunscreen all over the body is strongly encouraged. The sunrays are reflected off the snow and are intense. Even a brief period of exposure is sufficient to cause damage to the skin. Apply the sunscreen while indoors before going outside in the colder temperature. Remember to use a skin moisturizer after showering/bathing  following being s’naked.

5. A dry towel is recommended for drying off the body, and before covering, immediately after the s’nudity activity.

6. Always keep in mind the seriousness of following body signals when s’naked. If extreme discomfort, numbness or loss of sensation (feeling) occurs, cover up and get inside as soon as possible. Safety is always the primary concern when involving s’nudity.

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!


No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!


High Five, Bare Bear


A Guy Without Boxers

salutes all our naturist/nudist brothers who allow their body hair to grow, naturally!

Frequently here on the A Guy Without Boxers’ “High Five, Bare Bear” monthly series, I refer to Bear Culture but often overlook offering a full explanation of exactly what that particular community actually is. Many people confuse the Bear and leather communities as one and the same. While some men are members of both groups, they are two separate and distinct affiliations. I hope that by sharing what the Bear Culture represents, I’m able to clarify the differences.

In male same gender loving (gay) and dual gender loving (bisexual) communities, a Bear is identified as a large or full-sized (thick) hairy man who represents the image or epitome of rugged masculinity. In the clothes-free gay world, a Bear includes any man who naturally sports his body hair, regardless of how profuse or sparse and irrespective of his physical size.


Within the nudecentric Bear culture, anyone who keeps his body hair intact, as opposed to artificially shaving, waxing, laser-removal, etc., is accepted and welcome. Many naturist/nudist same gender loving men see the growth of their body hair as compatible with their value of living natural or clothes-free. They support the concept of any body hair as a badge of their manhood, no matter the amount and regardless of whether or not their hirsuteness includes chest hairs, the usual gauge of measuring if a person is considered hairy or not.

Among the textile (clothes-wearing) Bear groups, the general pattern is that the term “Bear” is almost universally restricted to those men who have hairy chests and grow facial hair. This custom isn’t necessarily the case within the nude Bear community. The nudist/naturist tradition for Bears isn’t as exclusive and includes men with any amount of body hair and doesn’t always require beards.


Men who identify as Bears within the culture of nakedness are not particularly concerned with body size. In nudity, the emphasis is on the natural growth of any body hair and not the physical proportion or thickness of the man. The idea for this way of thinking is that it is the individual’s right determine how they decide to self-identify. People tend to choose to be with others they perceive as most like themselves and with those they feel most comfortable. This characteristic is true within most cultural groups, regardless of gender attraction or clothing affiliation.

The discrepancies in the concepts of who is and isn’t a Bear in the textile world and the naturist/nudist world may seem too subtle and unimportant for those outside the culture. In the infinite scheme of the universe, this is probably true. It is important that people determine their own place within whatever group they feel they belong and that others respect this right.

A Guy Without Boxers recognizes that it is each man has the privilege of deciding whether or not to groom or remove their own body hair. The purpose of this series here is to honor those who elect to be a “natural” man and to keep their body hair as nature endowed them. It is not a judgment against those who determine otherwise. To each their own.

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!


No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

 Author’s Note: This Saturday, March 7, 2015, is National Black HIV/AIDS Awareness Day. Designated as such to focus on the impact of this pandemic on the African-American (Black) community. For more information, click this link: NBHAAD.



National Black HIV/AIDS Awareness Day is today, February 7, 2015, and not March 7, 2015. I apologize for any confusion this may have caused. Thanks for calling me on my mistake, Randy!

Virtual Blog Tour Award


Greetings and welcome to the 2015 Virtual Blog Tour Award here on A Guy Without Boxers! This brief tour of the blog-o-sphere is entirely by horseback and is brought to you courtesy of Oscar Alejandro Plascencia, the author of the site, In So Many Words . Please click the title of his site to get access (and I urge all to do so). He’s a gifted poet, writer and visual artist. Oscar kindly nominated me for this honor and in doing so entrusted me as your resident cowboy for your visit. Before we “mount-up” our horses and begin our tour, I offer my humble appreciation to my blogging buddy and friend, Oscar, for his gracious endorsement for this award. Muchas Gracias, amigo!

In preparation for our tour, allow me to explain that this is a nudecentric (clothes-free) site so we’ll figuratively and literally all ride bare-back on our journey today. Secondly, but equally important, this blog is same gender loving (SGL) – gay – affirmative. Please join in as we all have a little bit of fun on horseback! Ready? Set? Let’s gallop off into the proverbial sunset!


Virtual Blog Tour Award Logo

The Virtual Blog Tour Award is exactly as the name implies. In distributing this award, the creators hope to afford readers an opportunity to experience blogs other than the ones they would usually follow or read on a regular basis. It’s a means of exposing (hence a sampling or “tour”) others to what’s available in the “blog universe.” A variety of authors and subjects many readers would otherwise overlook. Please take advantage of this chance to “take a peek” at what other blogs offer and visit them often, beginning with Oscar’s, through the link above. I promise that you won’t be disappointed in the content you find there.

So that you’ll have visual recognition, here’s a photo of Oscar below. Now that you’ve met him, stop by In So Many Words and pay him a visit.


There are four criteria that must be met in order to receive the Virtual Blog Tour Award. I’ve listed these in random numerical order below.

1.  Pass the tour on (nominate) up to four other bloggers. Give them the four rules (guidelines) of accepting this nomination and a specific Monday to post their announcement.

2.  Answer four questions about your creative process which lets other bloggers and readers know what inspires you to do what you do. (Use the same four questions I’ve responded to below).

3. Compose a one-time blog entry (this post) which is published on your own blog on your assigned date, by your nominator. (Oscar gave me this date when he suggested me for this honor).

4.  Post a graphic of the award.

Below are my four questions and my responses to them. I hope these provide some insight into the behind-the-scenes workings of A Guy Without Boxers.

1.  What am I working on at the moment?

Currently, I have a guest blogger collaboration with Oscar Plascencia in the layout phase and an art project underway. I’m also engaged in a mini-blog-a-thon project on skinny-dipping experiences scheduled for publishing here during Nude Recreation Week in July, 2015. Those are the two long-range works-in-progress for the moment.

2.  How does my work differ from others in my genre?

For starters, there are very few SGL and nudecentric blogs being published on the WordPress network. Honestly, I’m unaware of any other. I think that’s the major difference. These two aspects of my personal life are ones that are very important to me and that I enjoy sharing. As a Deaf man, I occasionally incorporate components of Deaf Culture and feature those into my posts. These three traits enable me to approach writing from a unique perspective.

3.  Why do I create/write what I do?

I feel that all of us approach writing from similar yet divergent angles. We all have a different story to tell or message or idea to convey. More often than not, my compositions come through my life experiences and no one else, except perhaps my identical twin brother, has even come close to matching my footprints on this earth. I try to capture into words what I know best. That, of course, is the reality that is my life.

4.  How does my creative process work?

My life partner is also my soul-mate. He’s my inspiration and often makes recommendations as to what experiences he feels others may enjoy reading, benefit from or learn from. He’s also my photographer (amateur) and is ready to suggest situations or encounters that he thinks others may find entertaining or amusing. Any predicament that spikes human interest is fair game when composing entries for an online journal, which is how I view A Guy Without Boxers. Of course, our lives together are frequently subject material, too.


Sorry, but it looks as though I need to end this rodeo. It seems that somewhere during our time together, my horse has managed to transform itself into a zebra. I can’t afford to be seen in public, naked, on the back of a zebra. I remember all too well the stir that Lady Godiva caused when she rode nude through the streets. I can imagine what others will have to say about me.

Thanks again, Oscar, for this kind nomination. Please don’t forget to check out Oscar’s blog ( In So Many Words ) and the ones that I’ve recommended for this honor, listed below. My nominees are blogs that I read and find fascinating! Click the titles to view and please give them a visit.

My Nominees:

All nominated blogs are encouraged to post on Monday, March 2, 2015.

1.  Who the Hell is Montre Bible?

Montre Bible tags his site as: It’s my personal blog but I like to call it “therapy.” Self-identified as your everyday bohemian dude, he describes himself as an “artist and I think like one.” He’s a published author, artist, actor and an internet socialite.

2. Me Sardonic, Me Sarcastic

Dontae Lewis, the author here, defines himself as the boy that tries to be a hippie in this day and age. He shares his blog as a self-reflection and opinions about things that happen to him and observations on life. He’s appeared here as a guest blogger and is featured on the Page of Fame: Dare 2 Bare.

3. Splendid Recipes and More

This recipe website is just as the name is written. Splendid Recipes and More. It offers recipes with regards to task, health and feeling good while eating. The “more” in the title is all about how to prepare and cook or bake certain foods, nutrition information and kitchen utensil reviews.

Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!


No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

End of January, 2015


Bottoms Up!

End of January, 2015

“Nature knows no indecencies, man invents them.” ~ Mark Twain

It’s the end of the very first month of a new, nude year! Time to celebrate the beauty of our same gender loving nudity in all its’ glory by men who aren’t ashamed to share their joy of their nakedness.

As the noted author and humorist, Mark Twain, correctly observed above, nature and living clothes-free is entirely natural and normal. There is nothing lewd or offensive about being naked. That idea is contrived by civilization as a means to conceal, control and manipulate. Nudity is about freedom and honesty.

While 2015 is still relatively fresh and young, if you haven’t already done so, consider trying social nudity a couple of times this year. It’s free, it’s fun and who knows, you may even discover that you really like it!

Keep in mind we’re now another month closer to the return of the summer and a time when we’re able to bare our own bottoms in the sunshine again!


Now, here’s a bonus Bottoms Up! in honor of the return of warmer weather for us all! Soon, we can all revisit those ideal days of the freedom of baring all in celebration of summer and sunshine!


Peace! Get naked. Enjoy!


No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

No Boxers, Briefs, Thongs, Bikinis, Jocks! Be Nude!

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