PUBLIC NUDITY C

"NOBODY IS INTERESTED IN SWEETNESS AND LIGHT." Hedda Hopper,last cemntry gossip monger
ALOHA 2U,

BETSY NAKED IN NY @1970
PITT THE MONSTER had gone to see John Sinclair and The White Panthers and the Hotel Diplomat ballroom off Times Square.we were kicking back to the vibe and watching stoned hippies dance,PITT was as usual looking for fresh prey then the music took a break & BETSY APPEARED @19 cute chubby brunette naked drooling and obviously gobsmacked om LSD.her man had gone Turtle on her and as she giggled happily and hugging everyone within reach he sat hunched over at a table with her clothes.so like any toddler the first thing she did was get naked.Cool.

as Pitt danced with her,she saw some rock star, i asked hotel security what was going to happen to her? SHE'LL PROBABLY GO TO JAIL IF SHE DOESN'T PUT HER CLOTHES ON BY THE TIME WE CLOSE DOWN...NOT COOL. now as a Clean Hippie i had TRIP-SIT many stoners at varied locales, it was like calmimg therapy and i was good at it.so when the music wrapped up am and Pitt wrapped a coat around her, she thot i was Jimi Hendrix, and carried her outside, they both lived in deep Long Island and he had a car and wanted to drive. so i wound up with a giggling naked girl squirming in my lap and pushing my hand into her damp vagina.now it is difficult to Trip-Sit anyone with their tongue in your mouth and your fingers all slippery with LSD joy as you watch for cops on the empty city streets, as we crept along mile after mile, as her coat and clothing were on the floor the instant we hit the back seat...it was nearly dawn when the car crawled up to their nabe and she was coming down but still naked.
WHERE ARE WE? she asks,no longer giggly.
HOME? i suggested handing her the bundle of clothes.
I WAS NAKED???
YUP.
we took the train back to Grand Central as Pitt asked me if i'd "scored" the thot of doing good deeds was alien to him, everything was TRANSACTIONAL he used to claim.
when i need Pitt he was quietly embezzling from a bookstore he worked at, the place later went mysteriously (to the owner) bankrupt while he was using his schizophrenic brother's ID to collect Welfare as he slept with BOTH his male and female therapists.PITT,the brilliant sociopathic offspring of hard drinking racist Irish Catholics where the father had allegedly took one look at his two infant sons one day then went out for cigarettes FOREVER!, and yes i met his mom-what a horrorible old slattern plus his SCHIZO brother claimed he was the reincarnation of Sharon Tate (see MANSON MURDERS) SIGH.

LYNN NYC 1970
PITT called me at home,I FOUND A GIRL,PERFECT FOR YOU.HER TRAIN ARRIVES AT EIGHT TONITE.
i ask HER TRAIN,SO WHERE DOES SHE LIVE?
LONG ISLAND,I MET HER AT THE BOOKSTORE.TOLD HER ABOUT YOU..

TOLD HER WHAT EXACTLY?
Pitt laffs BIG BLACK AND SEXY.YOU'LL LIKE HER.
WHAT DOES SHE LOOK LIKE?
LONG HAIR AND TALL, TOO TALL FOR ME SO..

Pitt was about average height..for a woman,about five six or seven with red hair freckles clammy white skin and a jive hipster facade, he was my age but already balding under his ever present roguish newsboy cap.he could be LETHAL and he was a PSYCHIC VAMPIRE and i was his Mother Lode.SIGH..EVER KNOW ANYONE WHO MADE YOU FEEL TIRED AND DRAINED EVERY TIME YOU SAW THEM...YEAH,THAT WAY.

so ,even tho i had a headache, i was at the train station for the LIRR around eight..no Lynn, wait and hour then go home. i just sit down when she calls, missed the early train and is en route. tell her not to bother and i have a headache,i was Migraine Central in those days but she is on the LAST TRAIN OF THE DAY...SMALL SIGH.

so i put some clothes on and go down to meet her, she is six feet tall white with long brown hair down to her big ass (think ROM CRUMB Amazon Godess) and breasts bigger than i prefer.there is a party in Brooklyn i know about so we hug and head across town to take the subway or bus, a block from the station..i know her less than five minutes, she says HOLD ON A SEC,THIS F*CKING BRA IS KILLING ME!so she ducks into a shallow doorway and takes off her top and bra letting her large fleshy breasts hang in the wind while i think WE'RE TWO BLOX FROM A POLICE STATION AND HERE I STAND WITH SOME STRANGE HALF NAKED WHITE WOMAN.OMFG...long story short, the party was scarce on drugs so we walk to the East Village in search of ACID JACK the biggest LSD dealer in Manhattan,we never found him but went back to my placer to screw.
in the morning she apologized for being SO LOOSE but she'd had a recent abortion after the father,an investigative reporter, was found floating face down and dead in a Long Island canal while doing a peice of devil worship in NY, a common enuff fate i later discover.she is an exhibitionist and when she wears dresses,with no panties, she often stands over street level subway grates so the incoming rush of air from below -an inbound train exposes her pubes to the world.know those girls who are always flashing their breasts or dancing naked at rock concerts, her...

we had sex for awhile then her mother said she left town...Tore a muscle under my tongue fellating her.SIGH...

PRIDE PARADE 1990s
my gay friend G Man describes me and SM as FRUIT FLIES since we like hanging with gay peeps so when we firast got together we decided to join the Parade instead of just watching...plus we had some friends in one of the contingents.SOUL MATE has on a flower strewn straw hat,a cape and balck top and pink tights..over her pubes is a bushy Afro wig and she holds aPro Choice sign i made BUSH,STAY OUT OF MINE! i wear a huge straw cowboy hat, a royal blue nylon ripstock cape i made from a leftover banner at work with the scraps i also make an 8x8 inch panel with the PEACE sign over my jockstrap and matching leggings which cover my combat boots plus my cane.somewhere along the way the jockstrap begins to chafe so i remove it ad have my junk swing in the breeze as we walk, being with Labor we were waaaay at the rear & YOU CAN'T SEE ANYTHING WHEN YOU'RE WAITING TO MARCH-BUMMER!
so finally we march,wave at the crowds ( a million or so even back then) then we wait and march some more.
THESE LABOR GROUPS ARE SOOO BORING.. a crowd member says loudly then spots us and laffs EXCEPT FOR THOSE TWO.

at the end of the march a black woman in a short palid skirt calls out to me
HEY,I'LL SHOW YOU MIND IF...
OKAY.
she obliges and shows me her furry snatch and i oblige and hold up my panel showing her all my junk in broad daylight,SM had forgotten i'd ditched the jockstrap and is briefly stunned but not TOO surprised (see Hookers Ball blog).
I WAS FUN! don't think i can walk that fart anymore..HUGE SIGH.

MINISTRY OF MARCHING WANGS & THANGS
namaste
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