I have to admit, Canada isn't just about the adrenaline rush of public libraries and jigsaw puzzles. Sometimes the weather
isn't putrid and I can do less exciting things, like go to the gay clothing optional beach.
Wait. A nude beach? In Canada?! Yep, a nude beach in Canada. It's on one of those great lakes. I should probably know which lake I'm on, but I'm too lazy to Google it. See, I've been obsessed with learning the names of world leaders--useless trivia that will constantly be outdated, but I'm saving my brain cells for this anyway. I mean, I don't want to look like an idiot if I run into Dame Pearlette Louisy on the street.
Back to the beach. There was a sunny day a week and a half ago and I went with some friends to a beach barbecue. None of us opted to go without clothing. I guess that makes us spineless losers.
I'd say only about 5% of the beachgoers were nekkid. And of that 5%, I'd say the ones you'd pay to see nude are about 0%. But it's not all about sunburnt penises and sandy vaginas, it's about enjoying the few moments of sun and 30 degree weather (that's Canadian degrees).
Here's some pics.
What's a nude beach without wieners.
Photo of a group photo.
My buddy Steve.
They're just roommates.
Seth and Aaron.
There are some blue spots between the clouds. I explained that in California, we call that "sky." Sometimes we get it between our smogs.
Kelly.
Sid, cruising like a prairie dog.
He's always dancing.
Always.
Some hot guy.
This picture says it all. Bare ass. Hot boy. Parasailor. Baby carriage. Alcohol.
Gay gay gay. Love it.
Took this picture of Steve just to get the basket on the right.
Okay, so I don't remember everyone's names, but I was doing pretty good so far.
Still drawing a blank, but dude, you were really funny and cool.
Like any of you need tans.
Kelly's self pic.
Vance and Kelly.
I have like a thousand of these, camera hogs, these are the two best.
That's me in the middle between Adam, who hosted the bbq, and Sid. This is why I usually hold up the camera and take self pics. Then I know I will actually show up in them. I had a smaller suit on under those shorts, but this was me about to leave.
You have to ride with a ferry fully of gays (insert pun here) out to the beach and back.