Shirts Off, Guys!

Thanks to all the unusually moderate weather temperatures here on the East Coast this year, it's now time when guys can comfortably take of those shirts and show off those muscles pumped from months of workouts at the gym. This past winter was extremely mild and has graced us with an early spring, the bonus being that I'm able to frolic naked outside much sooner than expected. So, come on, men, if you can't join in my nudity; at least, meet me half-way and shed those shirts!

Deep inside, I know that most guys secretly can't wait to get rid out of their shirt once the temperatures begin to climb. It's spring, after all, and along with the rising thermometer comes a rise in the loins of a man. Believe me, that's one growth that's obvious to the trained eye of a same gender loving man on the prowl! So strip off those oxfords, polos, tees, wifebeaters, whatever; let me see what you've got that I can work with here.  

Many males, no matter what their size, shape, muscle tone (or absence of) like to model their torsos when they know they're being admired. Hairy, naturally smooth or shaved, most guys puff-with-pride as others eye-ball their chests. Let's face it, comfort isn't the only reason that men like to parade about shirtless. There's a certain amount of normal masculine narcisism at work here, also. Give in to that natural desire and show me some skin!  We both know that you want to.  

I'm aware that an increasing number of black men prefer to shave their armpit, chest and pubic hair. It's early spring so maybe you haven't taken a razor to your chest or underarms recently. Don't sweat it. Let's be real: hairy armpits and torsos do hold sex appeal for other men. In other words, get with the program and the season: lose your shirt, dude. Trust me, I can make it worth your effort! 

Respectfully,

Black Lover Naked

Murder Or Self-Defense?

It's now been almost a month since Trayvon Miller, 17 years old, was shot and killed in Florida by George Zimmerman, an adult. Zimmerman, a member of a neighborhood watch (surveillance group), thought Martin was suspicious and a threat to his community. He confronted him and the result was the death of the teen, wearing a hoodie and armed with a canned soft drink and a package of candy. Zimmerman alleges that he acted in self-defense. Those are the known facts surrounding the killing of the youth.

The local police department conducted a preliminary investigation and filed no charges against Zimmerman. Martin had no prior police record and up to the time of this unfortunate incident, no history of problem or unlawful behavior either at home or at school. State of Florida law allows for self-defense if the individual feels threatened for their safety.

Trayvon's family hired an attorney to reopen the investigation and the story has now gained international attention. Media coverage has been extensive and public reaction has led to large rallies in support of the late Martin. The ensuing publicity has forced the federal government to intervene, the Florida governor has appointed a special prosecutor to oversee the incident and the local police chief has temporarily resigned pending the outcome of the investigation. To Martin's family and the millions outraged, it's all "too little, too late."  

Murder or self-defense? Racial profiling? Mistaken identity? In the wrong place at the wrong time? Unfortunately, we'll never know all the answers nor the complete story. All we have is Zimmerman's account of the situation. Trayvon is no longer alive to offer his version of the events. Then there is the major question: why was Zimmerman armed to simply patrol his neighborhood? By law, he has a constitutional right to own a gun. Does this give him the privilege the right to fire at will? Are any of us safe anymore?

I agree with Trayvon Martin's family and countless others. Charge Zimmerman and let the justice system take care of the matter: render justice. That's the reason we have the process. Allow it to sort through all the facts and decide the case.

Consider this: if the situation were reversed and the teen had shot the adult, especially a black teen and a non-black adult, what would have happened? We all know the teen would have been arrested and charged without a second thought as to guilt or innocence. Why tolerate the appearance of a double standard in this instance? Unless, of course, that's exactly what it really is: one set of rules for one race and a different set of rules for another.

Respectfully,

Black Lover Naked 

Not Surprising

Sooner or later, it was bound to happen. I'm not surprised in the least. It doesn't take too long for what some people truly think to surface. No matter how hard a person may try, their true nature eventually shows itself. Then, there are also some who don't even bother to make the effort to conceal their feelings. Whatever the reason, this bumper sticker has surfaced.

Yes, it is insulting and offensive. That's exactly what the designer intended. At the same time, it's stupid. A true picture of the intelligence level of the author. It's hard to hide ignorance for too long. Not exactly what the designer intended.

For starters, not only is the word "re-nig" misspelled, it should be "renege." Secondly, as it reads, it really means don't make a mistake, vote FOR Obama in 2012. Renege means to take back, to change. Clearly, taken in the context of the fine print and the Obama logo with a red slash across it, this is not the message the original creator intended. From a distance a reading only the headlines, it urges people to vote for President Obama in 2012. Hopefully, by now the author is suffering some form of heart palpitations as this truth sinks in.

Racist? Yes. Hateful? Yes. Stupid? Yes. Free Speech? Yes. Dumb? Yes. Free speech is a right. The cure for stupid and dumb is education. As for racism and hate, all too often faith, justice and human reasoning triumphs over all that.

Respectfully,

Black Lover Naked

Spring Returns!

Tomorrow, March 20, 2012, marks the return of the spring season. The time of rebirth, rejuvenation and renewal. The hours of daylight grow longer as the temperatures become warmer. The drabness of winter is replaced by the colorful return of natural foliage. The time of the year that many of us welcome with eagerness, hope and joy. We develop a bounce to our step as we tread through our daily routine.  Most, if not all, of us welcome this seasonal change.

Accompanying all this development in the natural world that surrounds us are some stirrings within our bodies. At least, that's the case for me. My heart becomes lighter and my attitude improves. My energy level increases as the adrenaline flow courses through my veins. The testosterone load climbs towards overdrive and my cock begs for some action after a long cold winter. Even as I progress into my early 40s, I feel as though I'm a teenager in heat/lust. The joys of springtime! I feel the itch, the urge, to both be freaky and to get freaky. Spring fever has arrived!

I react to this manifestation in three distinctly different ways. My same gender loving self stares at other men just a little harder and longer. I pay attention once the coats, long sleeves and sweaters are cast aside, climaxing once the shirts are removed and those beautiful masculine torsos and more are revealed. What in the winter would be a casual glance now becomes a look of admiration and invitation, conveying a willingness to involve myself in the traditional rites of spring. Yes, I do get results!

My naturist/nudist persona desires nothing more than to tear off my confining clothes and lay my body bare and free. I avail myself of this opportunity whenever the situation presents itself. Believe me, my nudity is a priority! I relish the feeling of the warm breeze and sunshine bathing my nudity in all natural glory. I love the sensation of my balls and cock swinging loose between my thighs. I savor each minute while nude outside with the sights of the season all around me. Naked in nature; life doesn't get any better.

The man within me wants nothing more than a wild carnal romp with no canopy other than the sky above and Mother Nature surrounding me. I enjoy getting intimate, physical and up-close-and personal with another man, anytime; but, especially outdoors in the spring! I want to caress, feel, hold, smell, taste and touch the body of another man as we release our passion and our manjuices in the intimate way that only two men can. Nature is all the privacy necessary as the sensual explosion culminates in our sexual pleasure. I make certain this happens with frequency and satisfaction as the spring progresses!

The joys of both spring and spring fever! The Lent that is winter bursts forth in the Resurrection of all the beauties of masculinity, nature and nudity that the spring season brings.

Respectfully,

Black Lover Naked   

Treat Yourself

Probably, most of us recognize and understand the need to provide the basic essentials for ourselves and our loved ones: food, shelter, warmth, etc. In order to do this, we have sources of income that allow us the ability to pay for these comforts. This revenue production usually entails employment: performing a task or responsibility in exchange for cash. Bottom line: a job. More often than not, this process of maintaining a consistent income involves more than the actual job itself.

Work begets work. We have to devote energy and time so that we are properly prepared to fulfill our employment obligations. As most of us don't have the good fortune or luxury of working in a naturist/nudist environment, we have to make sure that we have the attire or uniforms clean, neat and ready for us to wear. We have to prepare the meal that we bring to our workplace for our break. If special tools are required for the job, we have to make certain that they are in working order.

Then there is the commute both to and from our jobsite. If we walk to our job, that involves time and energy. If public transportation is used, we need bus passes, exact change, subway/train tickets or tokens, etc. If we carpool or drive, we need fuel, vehicle maintenance and a place to garage/park. The necessities required just to be able to perform our jobs is endless and infringes on our free or leisure time.

The situations listed above are by no means all-inclusive of everything that is needed in order to perform our professional duties. It does present a clear picture that the jobs we hold include more than the tasks necessary to satisfactorily complete the minimum expectations. That brings us to the purpose of this observation. We all need some time to regroup after expending the energies necessary just to earn our paychecks.


I'm not just referring to the weekends, the traditional relaxation periods of our lives. Those are good and important. I'm also advocating a time during the customary work-week that we devote for ourselves. Quality time exclusively for us: just to do whatever. Read a book, write, watch TV/DVD, listen to music, cook, take a long walk, play a sport, paint, etc. "Me time simply and solely for me." This can even include surfing the web for porn and then masturbating, as long as it's soothing and stress free. The purpose is to give ourselves a break from everyday woes. This "chillax" treat is important to ourselves, emotionally, mentally and physically. It helps us release tension and rejuvenate our attitudes.

My evening for this chill-down is Thursdays. I can take advantage of the moment to refocus and regroup before the last workday of the week. I can begin the weekend refreshed and with some semblance of energy. My Thursdays permit me the opportunity to glance at the upcoming weekend agenda in order to make any last-minute adjustments. It also affords the the chance to work-up a good sweat playing a drop-in game of hoops. If for some reason I have to schedule something for a Thursday night, I make sure that I allot another evening for myself. As a rule, I try my damnest to keep Thursdays-after-work free for me.

Be a partner to your health. Be a friend to yourself. Take a moment and unwind. Treat yourself: after all, you've earned it.

Respectfully,
Black Lover Naked.


March Madness

It's early springtime and that means that we're now at that point on the sports calendar where we transition from basketball into baseball. To mark this ocassion, for the next three weeks, the on-court phenomenon known as March Madness: the NCAA Men's Division I Basketball Championship begins. The March Madness event is a single elimination collegiate tournament that eventually produces the national champion who gains a years worth of bragging rights and high school recruitment benefits among this country's colleges and universities.

I happen to like basketball. It's one sport I was able to decently perform as a child and teen. It captured my attention when we played the traditional game of "shirts and skins," where one team removed their shirts in order to distinguish itself from the opponents who kept their shirts on. Being a gay teen, shirtless guys on the hardwood court provided unlimited eye-candy without bringing too much focus onto myself. Playing without a shirt was as close to playing naked as I became aware of my preference for nudity.

This affection for the game of basketball has followed me all my life. Even now, as an adult, I enjoy a neighborhood pick-up game or watching televised games, collegiate or professional. Yes, I continue to look at the men: the players, the hoops hunks. I can't change who I am, my sexuality. At the same time, I also admire the skills, the athletic prowess and the competition. I really enjoy the game.

Why post a picture of NBA-star Kobe Bryant with an article on NCAA basketball? Aside from the obvious: he's a naked black man and I'm a white man who appreciates the beauty of all black men, he's also an accomplished player. True, he's had problems in his past, both on and off the court. Who among us hasn't? Then there's that stiff fine he had to pay last year; imposed by the NBA for a homophobic slur he uttered during a televised game. Well, he apologized publicly for it and I believe that he's truly sorry. Can we now move on? Besides, he is a handsome man: the epitome of a hoops hunk!

I'll be viewing the March Madness spectacle while nude in the privacy of my home. Hopefully, in the company of a few of my black nudist friends as we discuss the game plays and the physiques of the players. March Madness is a good thing for gay men everywhere: why watch anything else?

Respectfully,

Black Lover Naked   

A Birthday Wish

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLUKAYODE OLUMUYIWA OGUNYEMI!

My Nigerian Brother, my soulmate,

Best wishes and my love on your special day,

Oluwakayodele mi atata!

My Neighbor, My Friend

I grew up in a southern city, in a neighborhood that was very stable with infrequent turnover in home ownership. Rarely did we have new residents in our community. Most of the people owned their homes, I honestly can't recall any nearby properties as being rental. Everyone knew everyone else and their personal business. It was that type of residential environment; a true neighborhood where all were indeed just as the name implies: neighbors.

What's unique about my experience is that for a conservative Southern metropolitan center, especially for the era, it was a truly diverse community. My family's next-door-neighbors were an African-American family. They had a son, four months and a few days my junior. A live, built-in playmate. Needless to say, we grew up being close friends. Almost as though we were "joined-at-the-hip." Virtual twins except that we came from two different families and belonged to two separate faith communities. However, just as our homes were side-by-side, so were our churches. The houses of worship were exactly one city-block apart.

My friend, I'll call "JA" (I'm sure you understand confidentiality) and I were best friends from our early days sharing front porch moments all through high school and beyond. Classmates, playmates, team-mates on our little league and recreation league sports teams, study mates and later, when in our teens, partners in adolescent pranks and illegal drinking buddies. More often than not, if one of us was in trouble, the other suffered the same fate.

I'm introducing JA to you, the readers, now. As I continue to publish this online journal, I'll write more about our experiences together as we grew up. For your information, he's currently living out on the West Coast. We're still close friends after all these years. Trouble? Just give us a couple of beers to share on a Saturday night and you be the judge!

Respectfully,

Black Lover Naked

I'm Not Gay...

I know for a fact that I'm not the first nor only same gender man who's had this experience; I also know that I'm not going to be the last. More than likely, for the overwhelming majority of us, this has occurred more than once. The probability is even greater that most of us won't admit to it. Why not? Embarrassment? Shame? Who knows. What I do know is that it's probably been a situation we all have in common.

You're walking through a park or area that's also known as a same-sex "cruising" site. You know, a place where men go for an anonymous hook-up. Sexual release and satisfaction without the hassles and worry of dating. An encounter without dealing with the social expectations: conversation, flattery, wooing and lastly: expense. In these days of a shaky economy, why waste the dime? Again, many of us don't acknowledge trolling about in these environments; however, deep inside, most of us know that we have, at least once in our lives. I'm merely trying to be honest and real.

So, cruising around, checking out the scenery, we meet this guy who's also walking around, zipper undone and with a huge erection protruding just begging to be sucked or, if really lucky, good enough to to bend over for and receive some much-needed and desired pleasure. Remember, he's here hanging loose and hard in a well-known gay cruising ground. He knew all to well where to go when he needed some.

Impressed with his equipment and the promise of getting freaky, we drop to our knees and offer our oral services; hoping to get even more if we impress with our lips and tongue. While taking care of our own business and his business, the guy who's strutted his erect cock out for all to see leans back and remarks: "You know I'm not gay, right?"

When this has happened to me, I always think to myself: "Yeah, whatever." Fortunately for the receiver of my exceptional oral talents, my mouth is too busy (and full) to ever utter a word. I take care of my wants and no matter how much the man begs, my mouth is the only body cavity of mine he has access to. "Beg, plead, slap and finger it all you want, dude! My mouth is all your cock's gonna get today/tonight."

After all is done, I walk off and wonder sometimes who's being played here. I mean, the man is advertising in a gay cruising area. How un-gay can he be? He didn't brush me off when I dropped to my knees, stroked his erection and then engulfed it in my mouth. How straight can he be? He all but signed over the life of his first-born in order to hit my ass. What part of same gender loving does he not understand?

All of the above and he still has to verbalize: "You know I'm not gay, right?" Evidently, he's so far into denial that he has to try to convince himself that he's not gay. If he wanted some so badly, why did he come here to a male cruising spot instead of an uptown pussy bar? Oh yeah, he's not gay. He's just outright queer. Denial? Right, in his dreams!

Truthfully, I don't completely fault the men who're in denial. They're miserable and are only trying to survive. The bulk of the blame lies with the society that denies them the freedom to be honest with themselves and the man that they honestly are inside: their basic nature.

Respectfully,
Black Lover Naked

My Vision For This Blog: Black Lover Naked II

Now that I've published several posts here, I'm getting a clearer picture of what I'd like this blog to be. As I shared with you in my initial article, this blogsite is about publicly expressing my concerns, desires, dreams, experiences, fears, fetishes, ideas, memories, motives, opportunities, passions and possibilities. In doing this, I am opening my soul to all of you, the readers. My hope is that you will do the same through utilizing either the comment feature located at the end of each entry or the email option. My blog email address is located with the "Take Naked Pictures" icon located on the right column on your screen. For your convenience, it is:  blklvrnkd@gmail.com My goal is not to judge but to make this publication an interactive vehicle for us all. I value any and all feedback, opinions and suggestions. Excerpts from emails may be published in part here; however, the names, addresses  and identities of the authors will always be confidential.

In my lifetime, I've encountered a number of men who have feelings, desires and appreciations that are similar, if not identical, to my own. My plans are to offer these to you, the readers, not as a means of making converts but as a way to demonstrate the wide range of tastes and preferences within our same gender loving community. My wish is that others open themselves to new possibilities and explore options available to them. None of us, as gay men, need to restrict ourselves to one particular classification, identity or label. There's a world of possibilities waiting for us all.

Ideally, this blog will help to build bridges between black men and white men, directly. For far too long, our same gender loving community has been artificially separated along ethnic and racial lines. This division often was unintentional; but, unfortunately, it existed. At times, this polarization was intentional and done with malice and with disregard towards the offended and victimized group. Those days and practices have harmed our community and our equal rights movement; now is the time to heal, come together, resolve our differences and move forward. In order for this to happen, all of us need to acknowledge and understand these past divisions and exclusions. Ignorance isn't bliss, contrary to popular folklore. As a culture, we have enough enemies fighting against us and our equality; it's now time for us to unite.

I envision this space to serve as an educational vehicle for the same gender loving naturist/nudist culture. Too often, we are a misunderstood and ignored component of our broader GLBT community. I see this web-blog and the contents here as a tool for outreach and information about us and our lives that perhaps we may enlighten others as to what we're about. I'm not asking everyone to like us and to join our ranks. All that I seek here is respect and understanding. As stated in the paragraph above, again it is time for us to heal differences and to correct misinformation. Now is the moment in our same gender loving collective history to unify and forge our collective future.

Respectfully,

Black Lover Naked