GAY PRIDE IS THE ONLY TIME/PLACE I FEEL SAFE GOING TOPLESS
I have only taken my top off once in public, and it was at Gay Pride. It was the Pride Parade in San Francisco in 2016, and everyone still lived in a world where we were maybe going to have a female president. We were ecstatic and ready to party, even topless. We had our costumes on and our rainbow colors out and it was a beautiful day to be alive. It was a great time.
GAY PRIDE IS THE PLACE TO BE OUT, ABOUT, AND TOPLESS
I had lived in SF for the better part of two years at that time and was accustomed to seeing all kinds of people go naked in various ways around the city. There was the guy who strolled through the Castro with a gold sequined sock on his dick (and that was it). There was also the woman who would always sunbathe topless at the park.
MY PATH TO GOING TOPLESS WAS LAYERS, LAYERS, LAYERS
Over time I realized that I also wanted to go topless somewhere, somehow, I just didn’t know where or how or when! It turned out I needed to work up the courage to go topless. So I did. Every time I was at the park I would take a little more off. I would wear a tank top one day, then a sports bra the next. Then I would full on just wear a bra.
I FOUND MY MOMENT AND I TOOK IT (OFF)
Until finally, the day was upon us. It was Pride and I knew this was my chance. I knew that everyone else would naked or close to it and that I would just blend in, be one of the crowd. So I donned my colorful outfit, went out with my friends, and waited for my moment.
LIKE ROBIN WILLIAMS ONCE SAID, FLAPPIN’ IN THE BREEZE!
It didn’t take long before we were at Mission Dolores dancing to music that seemed to be coming from the sky itself. A sea of people covered the park like a huge multi-colored blanket. It was hot, for once, and I did it. I took my top off. I let my boobies wiggle in the free and open air. And, can I tell you something? It was wonderful.