Naked Parties

So much for my attempt at consistent blogging! Here is some more (if not belated) info on my transition out of the closet…

I have attended two naked parties. The first naked party was for the Superbowl. That was a new experience attending a party that was for naked gay men and watching the Superbowl (or any football game) with a large group of naked gay men. I am not sure which of the two was the more novel experience.

I found out about this party through a website. A local naked gay group organized the party and held it in the home of one of the group members. It turns out that the average age of the group was considerably older than my 35 years here on Earth. It was a bit of a surprise to be that far below the average age. Statistically speaking, I was several standard deviations below the mean age. As weird as it was being that young (relatively speaking), I still enjoyed my time. The other guys were very nice and the evening went along quite well.

The really weird part was watching a football game with a room full of gay men. That everyone was naked was not a big deal. That only one other guy in the room had a clue as to the rules of the game was very odd. I have to admit, I didn’t know a lot about football until years after high school. Perhaps enough time had elapsed from the constant geeky humiliation I suffered as an adolescent to allow me to develop an interest in the game. I am not a fanatic, but I do love to check out Sportscenter to find out what major developments occurred in the sporting world. The same could not be said for my naked companions.

It was kind of surreal to think I was in Fallujah for the 2007 Superbowl surrounded by Soldiers and Marines in uniforms made dusty by the sands of the western Iraqi desert to being surrounded by a group of naked sextagenerians watching a game of which none of them undestood the rules. Life can be strange.

My second naked party was a bit more to my liking. It was a smaller group, but my age was much closer to the average. It was mainly a lot of small chatter. I had been warned that as the night went on, it might get a bit “frisky.” That only encouraged me to want to stay longer! The party was a great time. I got to meet more guys and hear about other things going on in the area. As the party progressed, the number of guests slowly dwindled. Finally there were just a few of us chatting. One of the guests started to adjust himself a bit more frequently. I noticed the size of his goods. I can honestly say, even flaccid, the man was HUGE. At this point, the conversation dwindled and the level of “friskiness” started to rise. It was a good party!

Somehow, people always seem surprised that I am not 100% uptight all the time. I must give off this good-boy vibe that makes others suspect that I will disapprove. Other than drugs and physically hurting people (that aren’t into that sort of thing) I am very curious. I spent the first 34+ years of my life limiting my curiosity to “acceptible” interests. Not any longer! I am into having a good time and experiencing what life has to offer. (Obviously I engage in safe practices. I heard it said once, “play safe; play longer”.)