Happy Nude Year

This year, while the world is busy stocking up on sparkling wine, writing resolutions destined for the recycling bin by February, and buying “new year, new me” mugs that look suspiciously like last year’s mugs… I’ve decided to strip things back by embracing a Nude Year.

Let me explain my manifesto...

Nude, as in exposed. Not to the elements (though I won’t rule out plenty of Titty Tuesday flashes at Bunnies & Bulls), but to authenticity. No vague promises to “be kinder” or “go to the gym.” My sole intention for the year is to be more me, more openly, more honestly. Even if that “me” sometimes prefers being quietly introspective rather than living life large with plenty of "look at how great I'm doing " moments.

And yes, perhaps there’s a whisper of lewd in my Nude Year. A cheeky, exhibitionist spirit! I will be exhibiting unabashed enjoyment of small pleasures. I will be lewdly devoted to doing what feels right, not what looks good when posted on social media. 

Here’s to a Happy Nude Year, everyone. May yours be stripped of pretence, rich in simple joys, and daringly, delightfully, your own. Oh, and full of plenty of hot and filthy fucking too!