Sunday, December 18, 2016

Shaved Pubes


There's no denying that the model featured above is all about everything, including being remarkably handsome and erotically cute. However, in the same vein as last week's entry here, the sexy guy shaves his pubic hairs. 

Here he is, all hotness personified with a hairless genital region. With his muscular build and exceptional physique, I would think he would want some body hair to enhance that fine, thick penis he's got. 

To me, it accentuates his masculinity and increases his desirability factor. However, that's just me sharing my own personal opinion. 

Be yourself: gay, nude and proud!

Rashad

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Hirsuteness


I don't believe that I've posted this here before today but I really prefer men who do not shave or groom their body hair. I've always been attracted to men who are natural and let their body hair follow its normal progress. I personally find shaved pubic hairs, armpit hairs and chest hairs just too juvenile and looking too artificial. Like the man's physical development stopped just one day before adolescence began. 

I have a moderately hairy chest and average armpit and pubic hairs. I've never shaved or trimmed any hair below my neck. For one thing, I was way too proud of every follicle of hair as it grew on my body when I was a teenager, no way would I ever think about removing any of it!

I know that it is currently fashionable and trendy for me to appear as smooth and hairless as possible. This is a matter of individual choice and preference. I can even accept and respect their decision to do whatever is necessary to follow the current style. It just isn't very appealing to me. 

I happen to be a proud gay man. When another man is being intimate with me, I happen to like him to look like a man, and that includes having body hair in all the places he's supposed to have hair. I'm a man who has sex with other men, not a pre-adolescent boy!






Be yourself: gay, hairy, nude and proud!

Rashad



Sunday, December 4, 2016

Losing The Towel and Being Naked...


As 2016 begins to fade away, one of the things that come to mind when I think about this year are the number of brothas that I met who always admired the fact that I'm naked but who were so insecure with their own nudity. Too many Black men have negative body images of themselves. They allow this issue to prevent them from even trying out social nudity. 

I know the psychology of us being the products of our upbringing and how what we are taught growing up often influences us later in life. I understand that if a dude learns that it's wrong, dirty or sinful to let others see them naked, then they're more than likely to "fear" being nude, especially socially nude, when in the company of others. 


What I've done is adopted this logo above as my own personal "mantra" or chant. Actually, it's probably becoming my personal philosophy. I decided about a month ago to make this one of my goals for the New Year, 2017. Maybe a week ago, around the Thanksgiving holiday, I thought, Why wait?

I've instead begun using this logo as my motto for what's left of this year and, at least, for all of 2017. I've already added it to this blog, Black, Gay, Nude and Proud!, in case any of you have noticed. I've printed a wallet-sized copy of this and have laminated it to carry around with me. I'm shopping for some decent card-stock paper that is compatible with my printer so that I can distribute them when I meet guys who are just too ashamed to try social nudity. 

Sometimes, the idea of change needs to be nurtured. If I offer men that I meet a subtle reminder that it is okay to be naked, either in private or in public, then maybe the concept will begin to germinate in their minds and they can eventually learn to overcome their fear of nakedness and appreciate the joys of nudity.

All it really takes is to "lose" that towel, just let it fall off your body, one time. When that happens, maybe then they'll come to realize that lightening didn't strike them dead, the earth didn't fall out of the sun's orbit and that when the towel was discarded, life itself didn't end.

A new life, a life of nude pride, just replaced the old life of guilt and shame!  

Author's Note: Just so all of y'all know, that's not me in the photo above! LOL!