The city looks really pretty from just about any angle. I love tall buildings. During this particular jaunt, we decided to visit the clothing optional beach. It’s gay. No, duh. You can guess what goes on behind the dunes.
Sean and Dallas help illustrate the types of men who go fully nude at these kind of gayttractions by hardcore supermodel posing as my fake foreground. It seemed a bit too obvious to just take a picture of naked people on the beach. Parts have been blurred to spare your vision. To ease the eyesore, we drank!
Guess what? I’m not wearing any pants! I didn’t actually feel the need to liberate myself, it seemed like such a spectacle. The experience did help shed my inhibitions (sure, I still have some of those). It made me realize that most of the young guys were too far self-aware and insecure to be comfortable naked in public, while the so-called trolls (a fun term for an older gay man, a fate that awaits us all) who were too old to give a shit. They have learned their life lesson, which is to say fuckets to whatever those asshole kids are yammering about, free their man berries from confinement and eliminate those tan lines. The phrase that pays is clothing OPTIONAL, nudity not required. Nobody is going to force you to disrobe or cruise the dunes. Take this lifestyle challenge: Don’t pass up the opportunity to explore one of these places if you get the chance. None of these people will ever see you or your parts again, so who cares?!? p.s. Try not so stare.
After the beach, we put our clothes on and walked around downtown, where I saw some really cool churches, some dude playing a bagpipe, a building with my name on it and the Umbrella Corporation HQ (a.k.a. Toronto City Hall).