Can I tell you a story about being a secret virgin nudist?
Hang tight,
this may take
2 – 3 minutes
to surf through.
Several years ago I met a 23-year young virgin named “S” when we were both wandering at Blacks Beach in San Diego.
Blacks Beach is known for being a steep climb to a nudist space. When S and I met, he was fully into being a dangling nudist and I was half way there.
He was a handsome soul. I observed his actions to be kind to others, so I walked up to him and asked if he wanted to grab a coffee. We exchanged numbers.
After we initially met for that coffee, we were sitting on a porch swing. That was when he nervously shared that he was a virgin who had never kissed anyone.
His body was trembling and his voice shook. Nothing about his answers felt rehearsed. I believed him.
There are a lot of stories between us that don’t need telling here. He is a scientist and a professional.
We both still dangle when given the rare opportunity. He’s a discreet man and I want to honor that.
Still, I’m the one willing to write about my life. I hope in this zine, it tells the story with enough care.
I moved to San Diego for this story and so many others. Surfing, yoga-style comes to mind.
My first session as a new surfer was yoga on a slightly water-logged surfboard. I sat there in meditation just beyond the tide on that board. Opening my eyes, dolphins surrounded me. It was epic!
In my real life now in Idaho, I’m quiet about dangling virgin nudists. This story only comes out when the Sasquatch do.
Namaste,
Steph Bird
If you’re not
completely
naked,
wrap your
beautiful words
around you and sleep.
Birdanity 
What do you think?