It's a Small, Naked World

I have an acquaintance, Michael, who runs a fairly successful artists' retreat in the Italian countryside. We used to work together when I first moved to New York a dozen or so years ago.

The other day, I was on one the gayer blogs and clicked through to an ad for gay nude travel. As you do.

There was a members page (so to speak), where travelers can upload photos of themselves in their naturist glory. One such member was my old friend ... outside of work, outside of his Italian retreat, and outside of his clothes.