Diversity Rules Magazine

Stu is a re red pro- fessor who taught human diversity courses for thirty years. His first col- lege job, in 1964, was posing naked for art and photo classes— he s ll poses part- me! 'Lights On—Clothes Off: Confessions of an Unabashed Exhibi on- ist' is his rather revealing novel. Stu welcomes your comments. His book: lightsonclothesoff.com His email: stuauthor@gmail.com A couple of my past columns have included por ons of the first four chapters of my novel. Those have generated many posi ve comments and emails to me regarding my book and the experiences I exposed. So I've decided to con nue sharing this month. Here are por ons from Chapter Five. Enjoy! On men's days at the YMCA, all the men and boys had to be naked—yes totally naked. The lifeguards wore their lanyards with their whistles and usually wore sandals but otherwise nothing else. The men who taught swimming classes didn't wear anything. Men and boys of all ages wore nothing. Everyone was naked. Being nude was required due to some ancient regu- la ons that banned bathing suits. Fortunately, no one seemed to ever ques on this marvelous rule. I vividly recall a few very special days when there were races and games in the pool for kids and teens. What made these days so exci ng for me was that friends, family, and all Y members were invited to watch us and cheer us on. They would file into the pool area and fill up the old wooden bleachers that had been pulled down from the wall. There was usu- ally a decent size crowd, all fully dressed, watching us. What made it even be er was that some of my friends from school came. Boys and girls. To see me. Naked. I never refused the requests from our swim instruc- tors to par cipate in these events. I don't think they realized how super it made me feel as I frolicked na- ked in front of the spectators. And of course, when we had to line up to be introduced, well that was the best. When my name was announced I'd jump to the front, wave, smile, and search all of the eyes to see who was concentra ng on my new pubes and my penis. Another treasured ac vity that got me s rred up during open swim me was to sit on the side of the pool, pretending that I was just res ng or relaxing, so that friends could swim over and chat while they were holding onto the side. I kept my knees apart as I wanted to be sure that my buddies would have an easy and total view. Some of my friends would hold onto the side of the pool right next to me. My favor- ite friends were the ones who would hold on right between my purposely-parted legs. Their eyes were right there. Inches away. As I got older it was obvious to me and my friends that my penis was larger and that my pubic hair was growing faster than most other guys who were around my age. My lengthy visits to the side of the pool, while I displayed my "res ng poses," were en- joyed by many. I loved my buddies' subtle and "inno- cent" remarks about my size, my balls, and my pubic hair. My pleasure level went sky high when their eyes devoured me. I never let on that I no ced or cared about what they were doing. I just spread my legs a bit wider and propped up against one leg on the pool deck to offer an even be er show for my many secret admirers. I con nued to thoroughly enjoy the Y and all of its exhibi onis c opportuni es for several years. Un- fortunately, the Y changed their policies about Sans Clothing - Con't on page 16 8 | Diversity Rules Magazine | Mar 2022 Sans Clothing By Stu Schwartz lightsonclothesoff.com stuauthor@gmail.com

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