"The two most beautiful words in the English language are 'Summer Afternoon.'"

Fell asleep last night rather than going to meet UnFortunate at the Spiegel Eagle. When I woke up this morning my first conscious thought was "Today is a beach day." So I'm going to the beach. Specifically, Gunnnison Beach, the nude beach at Sandy Hook. I called UnFortunate, and he's getting himself together to hop on the PATH train to come and join me for the excursion.

Question: what do you wear to go to a nude beach?

What I mean by that is, I need to wear something that I can take on and put off without a lot of trouble, right? Hopefully, we'll be doing some hiking, and I assume that the hiking trails will be non-clothing-optional areas. And there's trips to the hotdog stands to consider.

UnFortunate and I will be bringing our cell phones, so that we can call everyone we know of who is working today. Like I said, I'm a Sadist.

Alas, the weather report just said "chance of thundershowers much of today." I'm thinking of the Red Hot Chili Peppers tune: "Naked in the Rain."

Anyway, gotta get my act together and take it on the road.

The beach reminds me of my sister. She and I both loved the beach. We would go to Spring Lake, New Jersey, the Irish Riviera. For a while, Spring Lake held the distinction of having the highest fees for beach badges anywhere on the Jersey Shore. That meant that there were no families with a million kids, no bands of teenagers with radios, it was just pure beach. And, I could get there from Bucks County in about an hour after 195 opened up.

This is a wee bit irresponsible. I have a bunch of things on my To Do list today, including sending The Email to the editor of the local gay paper proposing myself as a columnist.

Lolita forwarded to me an email from a certain porn star who is relocating from LA to NYC. He's looking for someplace to live, but mentions off hand that he will soon be a columnist, covering 'porn and leather,' for the other gay paper in town.

Da noive! This... this... interloper! Covering the Leather community in NYC??? Who is this guy? What does he know about the Leather community in NYC? But he's a porn star, and I'm not. He has sixteen inch biceps, and I don't. That, of course, makes him eminently qualified as a columnist covering the Leather community in NYC. I can just imagine what his coverage will include... what hot men he saw at the Spiegel Eagle on Saturday night with blind items about who he went home with.

Pardon me whilst I chew these nails and spit bullets.

And then I'm going to the beach.

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