Category Archives: Gratuitous Nudity

Shower Obscura

Frost on the glass, water droplets on the frost. The moving image obscured in shadows of shadows, and pooling in water and light. The tension of what might be revealed grows in hydroponic fashion, with rivulets of water racing over skin cells, pulsing with heat and life like the very origin of the universe.

A hide-and-seek game, in the light and the dark, the day and the night, the wet and the dry, the desert and the ocean, played out on the landscape of the body – a shell of the soul. We are given our blood and bones for such a short time.

One can hide in their nakedness – it’s the best hiding place of all.

No one sees that though. Clever how it works.

There are revelations yet to come.

There is always more to see.

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Naked But for Tom Ford Sunglasses

Shoes and a hand bag.

Madonna once claimed that that’s all a girl needed to go anywhere.

This girl begs to differ.

All I need is a pair of Tom Ford sunglasses.

Ford has always had a 70’s porn aesthetic simmering right below the surface of most of what he does.

And this spread is nothing if not a cheap redux of some 70’s porn scene. Bow-chicka-bow-bow.

We wear our sunglasses at night.

Because the night time is the right time.

Barry White time.

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You Thought I Would Love Being A Stripper…

It started off with me in a black t-shirt and black silk pants, so I knew it was a dream. I stood in the center of a small black stage that was worn and scuffed with the marks of performers and the desperate scratches of dying dreams. A group of women hollered from the back of the room, while a small assembly of watchers sat greedily eyeing me up and down.

I was there for one thing: to take my clothes off and put on some sort of show. I did what I sometimes do in situations that make me very uncomfortable: I went into show-girl mode and pretended I knew exactly what I was doing. Prowling around the stage, I strutted and posed, lifting my shirt a little and giving a smile/snarl to those who nodded and yelled. In our society, we’ve all seen how to act like a stripper. (Even those of us who have only seen very select bits of ‘Magic Mike’ and the like.)

There was only so much vamping and stalling I could muster, however, and eventually it came time to give them what they wanted, the only reason I was there. I turned my back to the audience and lifted my shirt. Awkwardly, I had to try a few times. Turns out that shit does take some practice to do it without looking like some clumsy virgin.  No one seemed to mind, though I was anything but emboldened by the audience’s approval.

I swung my inside-out shirt around like some white flag, but it was black, and the people took it as a call for more cheers. The spotlights were blinding, but I could make out a few faces in the crowd. The group of screaming women had positioned themselves closer to the stage, and I knew it was time. Black silk caressed my body, and I didn’t want to take it off but there are times we do what we least want to do. Turning my back to the crowd one more time, I bent over and pulled my pants down, exposing my naked ass to everyone.

As I stepped awkwardly out of my pants, I turned around and faced all those people. Full-frontal screaming ensued but I looked each of those women in the face with a doleful stare, and one-by-one they stopped smiling and cheering. There was such sadness to my expression that my nudity was no longer sexy or fun, and suddenly it felt like we were all about to cry.

In the silence, I picked up my clothes and walked deliberately off the stage, closing the door of the nearby bathroom behind me and pulling my clothes on as quickly as possible.

Then the dream ended.

I awoke in pajamas and blankets, with my husband quietly snoring beside me.

Maybe some dreams are better left dead.

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Hunk of the Day: Griffin Barrows Times Two

It’s extremely rare for someone who was just named a Hunk of the Day to be given a second honor within a week of their first, but such is the case when popularity and demand steer things in such a destined direction. Here is the second crowning of Griffin Barrows in the quickest two-time honor since Simon Dunn. More than amply deserved, you can thank his inspirational Instagram account for this and more. Congrats to Mr. Barrows on this unprecedented achievement – perhaps he can go for three (as only one other gentleman has ever managed to do).

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Naked & Sunny Counter-programming

On a day following the first snowfall of the season, I am filled with enough anti-snow sentiment to reach way back in the archives for some sunny pre-skinny-dipping photos. Here is the pool in all its splendor, backed by some blooming black-eye-susans and filtered by the leaves of a cherry tree. It is the bare personification of summer, and I miss it.

This is far too early to have snow, especially since the colorful leaves are being ripped from their branches and everything is bent over beneath the weight of the frozen stuff. A ten-foot-tall clump of fountain grass has been felled – especially tragic as that is the main point of interest in the winter garden. All of our dogwoods are groaning and touching the ground with their burdened branches. The hydrangeas are a weeping mess.

Worse than all of this? The first appearance of Christmas commercials. Best Buy you are so over.

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I’m Gonna Get You Off

Our ‘Erotica’ anniversary week celebration continues with this extra-cheeky post. (If I’m going to talk the talk, I might as well walk the walk.) Taken a couple of weeks ago at the Standard High Line (where nudity and exhibitionism are strongly encouraged) these shots go well with the daring derriere-flaunting show-off nature of the ‘Erotica’ period. I’ll copy a few lyrics from the extra-special version that appeared in the ‘Sex’ book and remix CD.

MY NAME IS DITA, I’LL BE YOUR MISTRESS TONIGHT

I’LL BE YOUR LOVED ONE, DARLING, TURN OUT THE LIGHT

I’LL BE YOUR SORCERESS, YOUR HEART’S MAGICIAN

I’M NOT A WITCH, I’M A LOVE TECHNICIAN.

I’LL BE YOUR GUIDING LIGHT IN YOUR DARKEST HOUR

I’M GONNA CHANGE YOUR LIFE, I’M LIKE A POISON FLOWER

WE COULD USE THE CAGE, I’VE GOT A LOT OF ROPE

I’M NOT FULL OF RAGE, I’M FULL OF HOPE

THIS IS NOT A CRIME, AND YOU’RE NOT ON TRIAL

BEND OVER BABY, I’M GONNA MAKE YOU SMILE.

LIGHT THE CANDLES ‘TIL THEY’RE NICE AND SOFT

AND WHEN THEY START TO DRIP I’M GONNA GET YOU OFF…

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A Very Naked Pietro Boselli

Pietro Boselli has been here in various stages of undress before, but never quite as nude as he is today. Here’s a gift to you when things on my Twitter and other social media feeds have gone a little too political for my comfort zone. Gratuitous male nudity trumps everything, and it’s high time we returned to those core values of this blog. Feast your eyes upon Mr. Boselli in all his butt-naked glory.

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Birthday Suit Mayhem

A lot of nudity goes on here – nothing full-frontal or all that flagrant, but enough. Of late, though, it hasn’t been me (and you can verify by going through the last few months of posts by clicking the ‘Older Entries’ option barely used or seen in the lower left when you scroll down). That bodes well for the future of this site, in which, despite the name, attention has shifted slightly to other things. For a final birthday post, however, a few more birthday suit shots, per request. Hope you stick around to see how 41 unfolds…

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Birthday-Suited Butt Boy

My forty-one-year-old ass is ready for its close-up.

Get DeMille on the line and fire up the Isotta-Frascini.

The pool is ready, willing, and able.

I’ve got my birthday suit on, much like last year.

And any other year for that matter.

What are you waiting for?

Jump.

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman birthday but never remembers her age. ~ Robert Frost

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A Tour, and Body, Laid Bare

The Delusional Grandeur Tour may be even more delusional than originally thought, as my traveling seems to have diminished greatly. When you only have to step out your back door to an 87-degree pool, and back inside to a cool 70-degree house, travel seems largely unappealing. That said, I still enjoy a jaunt out of town, and this tour is still in full-effect until I say it isn’t. Hence this bonus tour post, which recalls the Hotel portion of the Tour book. Rather than trouble you with further discussion, here are a few links to bring you back to one of my favorite hobbies: staying in hotels.

“I’m more at home with my backpack, sleeping in a hotel room or on a bus or on an airplane. Than I am necessarily on a bed. It’s weird being here. It feels like I’m standing next to my real life.” ~ Henry Rollins

There’s a distinctive shift that comes over me when I’m in a hotel room. A sense of safety in anonymity, the possibility of being unknown and untouchable. Ensconced in a lofty space high above a city, or on the ground floor of some seaside retreat, I find comfort in being a transient stranger.

We are all known in our own circles, and that can be incredibly wearying.

As much as we strive to be known, to be recognized, to be seen, we sometimes forget that it comes with its own set of burdens and responsibilities.

I long for a different kind of freedom, something that can only be found when you go away.

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Famous Nude Guys

In the aftermath of Orlando Bloom’s more-than-just-a-dick-slip photos, it seems fitting to pause for further reflection and reminiscing over those male celebrities who have bared their assets for all the world to see. Male nudity is the final frontier, it seems, for prurient America, and in this wretched election year let’s turn our attention to the staffs at hand.

A is for Austin Armacost, who has graced these pages with his boffo bod, ever-improving over the years. These latest shots prove that Armacost has focused on his very best parts, and shown them off to their greatest potential.

B is for Bloom, as in Orlando, who started this resurgence of male nudity with this collection of racy fully-nude photos. It also stands for Bieber – Justin Bieber – who continued the streak, quite literally.

C is for Chris Salvatore, whose musical prowess is as magical as his disrobing.

D is for the delicious David Gandy, eye-&-man-candy, and deliriously-sexy Dan Osborne.

E is for Epke Zonderland, one of the very first naked Olympians we ever featured on this site, back in the Summer Olympics of 2012.

F is for Fusco, as in one of our most popular Hunks of all-time, Philip Fusco, who has been charming our pants off by taking his pants off for years.

G is for gingers, like Greg Rutherford – and the red carpet matched the red drapes.

We’re just going to skep ahead to Z, because it’s summer, I’m tired, and there’s more than enough naked male celebrities for you to fawn over until tomorrow.

Z is for Zac Efron, who went bottoms-up in this memorable post, and has teased us tantalizingly ever since.

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Shadows & Obscurity

Unseen, across the landscape of light, a morning approaches. Unbidden, because there are certain nights you don’t want to end, it presents itself matter-of-factly. There it stands in front of you: the day. Unpretentious, indisputable, and always just a little inscrutable, it awaits further instruction. Which way will you go? Where will you take it? How would you like it to end?

Obscured by the changing lens of life, it looks a little different to everyone. Distorted by the stories we tell ourselves, and the tales we choose to hear, it bends and refracts and ricochets like light. Yet as tricky as it sometimes seems to be, there is something reassuring about the whole scene: a tacit understanding with the day that we will do it together.

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An Olympic Hero Gets Naked

We are but a few weeks away from the summer Olympics, and our Hunks of the Day are all coming to you straight from the Olympic trials. While Greg Louganis has already been a Hunk of the Day, and a hero, he’s showing off his fine physique without so much as a Speedo for the ESPN Body Issue (read: the Nude Issue). It is a thrill to see someone still exercise such fine form and mastery of staying in shape, but when you have Olympic blood in you, it seems to be part of life.

Mr. Louganis has made a splash here before, in ways both moving and sexy, and he does that again in this brief post. Though he was diagnosed with HIV almost three decades ago, he’s still going strong. As he recently told ‘People’ magazine, “HIV taught me that I’m a lot stronger than I ever believed I was… Also, not to take anything for granted. I didn’t think I would see 30, and here I am at 56.”

As a new crop of divers heads to Rio to prove their worth, it’s good to see an old favorite – and a childhood hero of mine – still inspiring, and jumping into the future without looking back.

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Hunk of the Day: Ross Worswick

Though his pal Joss Mooney’s ample ass makes a Special Guest Appearance in some of these pics (scroll down for the fuller version) this is Ross Worswick’s Hunk of the Day honor, and the MTV sex symbol more than proves his hunky merit in his own right.

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Nick Bateman Bares His Naked Ass

The title of the post pretty much sums up the assets on display. Nick Bateman has been a Hunk of the Day before, but it clearly due again. In the meantime, he just posted a naked butt shot on his mega-popular Instagram feed. For those who are hungry, here’s something to whet the appetite.

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