On Sunday, I rode through the streets of Brighton in the nude. I started off with a top and no bottoms but I could not contain myself halfway through and went for the “Full Monty”, gravity be damned. Directly following a larger London ride, 700 of us rode through the streets and ended up on the Naturist Beach, down near the Marina.

Aside from a couple of perverts of the bad (dressed) kind and seaside rock nearly wedging itself up my arse, it was a seamless foray into safe, terribly amusing exhibitionism. It was truly amazing to have fully nude conversations as if bare skin was irrelevant. I truly believe it is not clothing that makes us decent, ethics make us decent (or not.)

The point was to demonstrate against car culture but I think it was more about self esteem, loving your body and basically not giving a fuck what anyone thinks. And let me tell you, once you have ridden through the streets with nothing on, in front of thousands of people, giving a fuck is not an option. Catch me saying “WOO HOO” and riding by near the one minute mark. :)