This is a true story. On Valentine's Day 2016 I was stopped at a red light while driving my car in San Francisco when, from around the corner and completely unexpected, came a group of nudist marchers. One of them was a pretty little 10 year old boy. The nude boy passed not three feet from my car window, looked me right in the eye and gave me a 500 Watt smile. He was completely unabashed about the fact that he was naked and it was all hanging out.

If that wasn't enough he was carrying a sign that read, "MIND YOUR OWN WEENIER!" that had a drawing of a large smiling dick. And then he and the other marchers were gone and I was left shaking behind the wheel wondering what in hell I'd just witnessed. Was it a dream?

A few days ago I discovered that the march had been organized by someone named Gypsy Taub and that she owns a website called ____________. I went to the website and sure enough there was the nude boy who I'd seen and who had smiled so beautifully at me. It wasn't a dream at all. It had actually happened!

If nothing else I'm reminded of a quote by the physicist John Wheeler,

"If you haven't found something strange during the day, it hasn't been much of a day,"

But I don't know if this is what Wheeler was referring to.

There's enough data here, given the organizer's name, for anyone to run a Google search and find her and her site.

I do not want a link posted here to a site that may or may not feature nude minors, no matter the venue.

Paolo wrote: Fri Jan 26, 2018 2:00 pm There's enough data here, given the organizer's name, for anyone to run a Google search and find her and her site.

I do not want a link posted here to a site that may or may not feature nude minors, no matter the venue.

Completely understandable Paolo. I've seen similar marches with naked boys that age just across the bay in Berkeley CA. but even so this one took me by surprise. I have to admire the courage of the boys who strip down and do that. At that age I was at least a nominal nudist and a city march like that one is just the sort of weird hippie thing my dad would have encourage me to do, but I wouldn't have had the guts. In a way I regret that I didn't. How many people can say they've walked down Market Street SF to City Hall without a stich on?