The Memorial Day holiday is exactly one week away. Memorial Day: the unofficial start of the summer season. 'Tis the season for shirtless men, near-naked or totally naked men. 'Tis the season for beaches, lakes and pools. 'Tis the season for outdoor sports where men shed their shirts while playing hard. It's also the season for the endless complaints; the bitching and the moaning of those who procrastinated about their fitness/health/weight regimens throughout all those winter months.
It never ceases to amaze me. For as long as I can remember (and all through history), the warm vacation and outdoor time of year, a.k.a. summer, follows winter. So why is it, year after year, this reality comes as a complete surprise for some of my gay friends in general and gay nudist friends in particular? This timeline isn't exactly a recent occurrence.
Somehow, the story always manages to remain the same. During Christmastime, all the conversation is inundated with promises of resolutions to get fit, get pumped and drop off those few extra pounds. There's discussion about a certain exercise/fitness class, gym membership, diets, etc. All spiced with a commitment to be in shape for beaches, pools and vacations during the upcoming summer. It makes no difference if the destination is a naturist/nudist beach or if the goal is to squeeze into a new swimsuit, it's all about looking good and getting noticed (and hopefully, into a relationship).
The New Year arrives and slowly, reality begins to dawn. This desired outcome requires more than just dreams and talk. It also involves honest effort. The dedication necessary begins to fade away within days, weeks or, if lucky, it lasts an entire month. Eventually, the resolve evolves into procrastination before disappearing completely out of the picture. Chatter about the upcoming summer season evaporates from topics of discussion.
Finally, mid-May rolls around; it's now time for outings and trips to activities and places where shirts are discarded or social nudity is allowed. Along with it comes the frantic bitching, moaning and screaming about being out of shape. Then there's the "blame game": the fitness class that didn't work, the gym that was too inconvenient or the diet that was worthless. Rarely is there any mention of personal responsibility.
Puh-leeze! Spare me the instant replay that stays the same, repeatedly, year after year. There were two options available: just do it or don't. The decision was made; get over it and move on. If the concern is really about appearance, instead of complaining, channel that energy into making a change now or shut up. It's not like summer just popped up out of nowhere. May has been on the 2012 calendar since January 1!
In the meantime, I'm sitting back, naked, and counting the days. 'Tis the season...for me enjoying endless days on a clothing-optional beach! Chillaxing and watching the nude brothers strolling by!
Respectfully,
Black Lover Naked
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