In New York City, no less, where it’s legal to be as bare-chested as men.
 |
Do You All Have Your Bottoms On, Ladies?…asked the cop on a motorcycle after he noisily putt-putted up to us on the lawn behind the Columbus Circle fountain. |
Yes, we said. It was true. We all had our bottoms on. Though not one of us was wearing a top.
“All right, then,” he replied and putt-putted off again.
This on the same day that marriage equality prevailed in the Supreme Court. Can you imagine how wide our smiles were?
Oh, and a random guy came over and asked, “Are you that pulp fiction appreciation society…?” And was totally cool and nice about it.
Really couldn’t have been a lovelier Friday afternoon in the park, with old friends and new. (We welcomed one from Brazil! And we do welcome her, gladly. But how sad and wrong it is that a Brazilian woman should have to come to New York if she wants to lie bare-breasted in the sun. In Brazil, she could get fined or arrested for it.)
Read (and see) more at The Outdoor Co-ed Topless Pulp Fiction Appreciation Society.
