In New York City, no less, where it’s legal to be as bare-chested as men.
…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.