a little public T & A is nothing

By local ordinance, January 31st was the last day of public nudity (genitally speaking) in San Francisco. At City Hall, I didn’t see the usual pro-nudity activists that day, but representatives from PETA showed up and “bared all,” as other members of the organization canvassed the crowd with clipboards.

On February 1st, the first day the law went into effect, I witnessed no arrests for the two “topless” females at City Hall. Later, I understand that the police later arrested a few people that went “bottomless.” Sexually speaking, San Francisco has a infamous reputation of being America’s Sodom, if not Gomorrah, so there are exceptions for total nudity at certain events. As a former East Coaster, I’m still fascinated in the unique liberal lifestyles that exist in California. So I took my place among the gathered gawkers; the press; the police; the startled tourists; adjusted for the light; quickly composed from different angles; and just as quickly, walked away. No big deal. The controversy over this has only expanded a political movement…that’s a good thing.

As I made my way back to the door of my office, I avoided NO LESS THAN five piles of human excrement, all because the city and state have forsaken their moral and ethical responsibilities and not allocated money for public toilets in an infamously downtrodden area of the city. Yet, they can find lots of money for a parade when the Giants won the World Series. On the whole, a little public T & A is nothing compared to what I’m cleaning off my shoes.

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