Diversity Rules Magazine

Stu, a re red profes- sor, taught human diversity courses for 30 years. His first college job, in 1964, was posing naked for art and photo classes— he s ll poses part- me! "Lights On— Clothes Off" 'Con- fessions of an Unabashed Exhibi on- ist' is his first novel. Stu welcomes your comments. His book: lightsonclothesoff.com His email: stuauthor@gmail.com Happy holidays to you. If you're looking for that per- fect gi please consider my book. It's an adults-only read that exposes my personal experiences with ex- hibi onism. You can download an e-book version but for gi -giving, I suggest the paperback—go to lightsonclothesoff.com for easy ordering. It typically arrives within two days so you'll have plenty of me to throw some gi wrap around it. I received several emails (thank you readers!) ask- ing me to include more por ons of my novel in my column. Last month I shared Chapters 1 and 2 so I'll move forward this month. From Chapter Three: When I was seven two of my rela ves unknowingly contributed to my never-ending pleasure of being naked for others to see and enjoy. Sadie and Jon (short for Jonathan) were older married cousins who lived about twenty minutes from us—on the lower side of town just past the old train sta on and some huge stores. They were distant rela ves—I think second cousins on my father's side of the family. My parents didn't hold them in high regard. One day I heard Dad tell Mom that Jon was a lazy schmo. That was his word for a bum. Their apartment was quite shabby and at first, I wasn't happy about visi ng there, and neither were my parents. We went there once in a while due to some type of family obliga on that I didn't under- stand. But my a tude made a quick turnaround be- cause of the secret that I uncovered. My cousins didn't have any children. There were no toys or games in their place. When they went into the kitchen with my parents to talk and drink their coffee, and some mes to have some whiskey, what they called schnapps, I was le to play alone in their messy living room. Their ny black and white TV had nothing but blurred images and it wasn't the age when an iPad would come to my rescue. My coloring book was ok at first but then boredom and curiosity forced me to poke around to see if anything in the drab room was interes ng. There were lots of old papers and magazines on the bo om shelf of the coffee table in front of their couch. I needed something to do and I was nosy so I looked to see what was there. At the bo om of the pile, I found some magazines called Nudist Life. The pages shocked me as they were filled with photos of na- ked people. I started flipping through them knowing that I shouldn't be looking at them. But the constant cha er and laughter I heard down the long hallway gave me the courage to go ahead. The magazines had photos of people of all ages and almost every- one was naked. Children were on some swings, a few adults were playing volleyball and a couple of people were swimming, near an old rowboat, in a lake. My eyes were glued to scenes I had never imagined be- fore! I'm sure that at the me I felt guilty and wor- ried about peeking at those forbidden images. But I found them and quietly kept staring at all of those naked people. "Oh please stay in the kitchen for a while," I'm sure I must have whispered to myself. Sans Clothing - Con't on page 16 8 | Diversity Rules Magazine | Dec 2021 Sans Clothing By Stu Schwartz lightsonclothesoff.com stuauthor@gmail.com

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