Picture Gallery: Freedom. (Thoughts on the orange election.)

Here we are again. Another era of darkness.

I've never lived in a state where my vote actually felt like it mattered. My whole life has been in the red wilderness, surrounded by conservatives, puritans, normies. Yet I've been able to survive as a queer person. An open one, even.

These pictures came from the weekend before the election. I went to my leather Sir's wedding, which was themed as a formal vampire masquerade. (So, naturally, I went as a werewolf.) I peeled my tux halfway off, then sneaked out onto the sand dunes overlooking the beach, and kicked off my trousers. My phone couldn't capture the full effect, but somehow that one picture of my naked body silhouetted against the stars really struck me.

And, after that wedding, I spent the night at a nudist campground here in the South. I brought my suit with me and wolfed out in the woods, free from public scrutiny. I caught the eye of a handsome bear and got to take an outdoor shower with him, admiring his brawny, hairy body, letting him pick me up as we soaped up one another's cocks.

It was a glorious time. Yet I knew, in the back of my head, that we've been here before. The twilight days of the Weimar Republic. A last gasp of freedom, before the puritan normies took over.

I believe I will be able to make more queer spaces for myself. I see more outdoor nudity in my future, even if I have to do so within the safety of a gay campground. We've survived here in the south for years, for decades. And we'll keep on surviving and keep on being unapologetic and kinky.

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Given that Wix has guidelines about adult content, this is as much as I can show. These gallery posts are a sampling of my own suit fetish pictures from over the years. All of these images are mine. Don't share them or repost them anywhere.

Enjoy.