Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Why I love Meredith Vieira (and The View)


Guys aren't supposed to love The View.
It's a chick show, the way some movies are chick flicks. I must admit here and now that I LOVE The View and especially Meredith Vieira.
Not only is Meredith beautiful and smart, she's horny as hell. (I've gotten that strong drift mostly by the way she talks about other topics.) There's nothing to be ashamed about being horny. As a guy, I know the feeling all-too-well.
I don't know about the mostly women audience, but I know this particulary guy loves all of those beautiful qualities Meredith Vieira possesses, both inside of her and out. Plus, as a guy, she and her co-horts give you a lot of insight to the way women, in general, think. The show makes me thankful I work nights.
And I haven't even begun to talk about the other reason for Hotter-Than-Hell Meredith's appeal to me.
At last count, over the last eight years of The View, she brought up the topic of nudity and nudism 37 times on the show. And she's always so positive about it. She thinks it's cool.
And, of course, it is.
The other "girls" on the show give Meredith and her nude topic lip service and move on to talk about something else, but you could see by the look on Meredith's face that she wanted the segment on her nude topic of the day to "keep rolling" as they say in the business.
God bless Meredith Vieira. She brings nudity up so much that I would have her pegged as a nudist except you never see very famous people in nudist resorts. At least I haven't.(Well, I did see porn star Ron Jeremy walk into the nightclub at Paradise Lakes arm-in-arm with two beautiful women on a slow Sunday night in 1992, but porn stars are on the periphery of real fame.)
All I can say to Meredith is: "You go, girl." Keep talking about nudity on The View. And don't ever stop being horny. It gives you a hotter glow than an overdose of radiation.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Caliente, Como and Paradise Lakes

There's nothing like Pasco County, Fla.
Three major nudist resorts within an eight-mile radius and several other satellite nudist parks, home developments and resorts.
Nudists are a major political entity there.
It only seems they could hold campaigns naked there and no one would blink.
A recent 10-day trip to Caliente, Como and Paradise proved, well, revealing in more ways than one.
The first stop was Caliente, a superb top-of-the-line $50 million resort.
A little fine-tuning and Caliente is in a position to blow away the competition.
First, the good stuff.
Caliente already has the physical plant ... a spectacular pool, a sensational nightclub, terrific workforce and gym second to none. There is a fridge in the poolside room, something Paradise can't say, plus a microwave (not in Paradise, either).
Here's the rub.
For what it costs to stay three days at Caliente, you can stay five at nearby Paradise and have, arguably, a better time. We'll get to that part of it later.
Here's another:
You can't get to the pool from your POOLSIDE room. You have to walk up a hill and walk into the main building.
That has to be changed if the Caliente owners are serious about competing. Open up the other side to the pool. Give your guests who pay for poolside rooms a poolside experience.
LAKE COMO: Where it all started. A terrific, but different, experience. The people are very friendly. Smoking has died everywhere in America but the lakeside Butt Hutt, one of the really interesting nudist places in the country. The crowd there is very old. Starts in the 60s, with most of the people in the 80s.
Another plus is free internet access in the library. Bring your laptop and the phone bill is on Como. While I was typing this, a naked woman in her 60s started a conversation with me and five minutes later, ended up inviting me to her place. The thought struck me that this is the only place in America where a totally naked stranger has ever invited me to her place. Maybe it happens in swing clubs, but I don't go to those.
Being almost 20 years younger than her, I didn't go. Even though she had a great body, if anything developed, it would be a weird feeling to do it with someone old enough to go to school with my mom. And if she would have asked, yes, I would have done it with her. I respectfully declined to "check out her computer", saying that I had to get some work done in the library.
Heck, maybe she really wanted me to check out her computer.
I could only remember the line from the 1950s movies, something like, "come up to my place to check my etchings."
It turned out to be more like itchings.
Heck, I have that same itch every seven seconds or so. But I digress. It's tough to match that level of friendliness, though.
The rooms at Como are something out of the 1940s, with rickety floors and paper-thin walls. The TVs are in the living room, not the bedroom, and get only three channels. I thought I would die of boredom, so I slept on the couch, with the one station on, afraid to make the slightest sound that would wake the person in the next room.
I was never more ready to leave a nudist resort in my life.
I couldn't wait until the three days were over when I could get back to Paradise Lakes.
PARADISE LAKES: My old stomping ground, a place as comfortable as an old shoe.
The nightclub is incredibly free. My first night, a Wednesday, was the most nude I've seen it in the disco in 10 years. There were 50 people on the dance floor and a good 40 were completely nude. It was a terrific time and a memorable night.
The subsequent evenings were less nude, but the crowd was more nude than at Caliente.
It's great having a poolside room at poolside. Hundreds of beautiful naked women between 18 and 80 cavorting right outside my door every day. To me, that last sentence is the very definition of Paradise. Or Heaven.
What Paradise needs to do to blow away the competition is to have refrigerators in its poolside rooms. That would be a clear indication it is looking at the big picture, not the penny-wise and pound-foolish approach it stubbornly clings to now.
The nightlife is hopping seven days a week at Paradise, while Caliente really rules only one night (Saturday).
Friday is the best night of the week at Paradise, but you can have a good time all seven days of the week there. The crowd is young, energenic and friendly.
My grades:
Paradise (A-) _ the minus being only for the lack of a poolside fridge.
Caliente (B) _ with great potential to go to A due to an existing physical plant. The big minuses are the lack of consistent nightlife and poolside access from poolside rooms. Both can be fixed.
Como (C) _ Good nudist experience, but substandard rooms and almost no nightlife to speak about. People there deserve major props for friendliness.
All in all, if I had to go back to one place, knowing what I know now, it would be Paradise.
Maybe something will happen in a year to change my mind, but I doubt it.

Friday, February 04, 2005

Why I've never been to a strip club


It's called The Wing Bowl.
It all started 12 years ago when the local sports talk radio station bemoaned the Eagles "never being in the Super Bowl, so we have to create our own bowl for that weekend."
The "competition" consists of a bunch of fat guys eating wings on the Friday morning before the Super Bowl. By morning, I mean morning _ it starts at 5 a.m. and fills the 20,000-seat Wachovia Center.
It's extensively covered by local TV.
Wing Bowl has now taken on a life of its own.
Oh yeah, what fills the arena is a bunch of beautiful women wearing bikinis in early Feb. A lot of these women, err, flash.
Now that's what fills up the arena, not fat guys.
There's no guy who appreciates the awesome and inherent beauty of a women's naked or near-naked body more than I BUT .... I'll take a pass on Wing Bowl.
My wing bowl routine usually involves yawning and going back to sleep.
I've never been to a strip club and never had any desire to go to one.
A lot of my friends find this very curious.
My reasoning is quite simple.
The only reason the women are stripping for you is that you are giving them money.
Give me the average-looking girl with a decent body over strippers any day. I find that more at nudist camps and in nudist environments than I ever have in what I call the "Real World."
You would think after 20 years going to nudist camps, I would become "jaded" to a women's body.
It's quite the opposite, really.
I never ceased to be amazed by the awesome beauty of a woman's body, but in the right setting.
That's a fulfilling feeling I don't think I'd ever get in a strip club.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

My fascination with weather gals


Cecily Tynan (left), Carol Erickson, Cheryl Lemke and Kristina Abernathy

When I'm surfing on TV, I find myself always ending up on Channel 45, which is The Weather Channel.
First off, I'm fascinated by weather _ how it is here in the winter time (ugh), how it is near Tampa, the nudist capital of the world (yeah!).
That's the biggest part of it.
The other part, I'll admit, is sexual attraction to the weather girls.
The girls on the weather channel hypmotize me.
For some reason, Cheryl Lemke might not be the most beautiful but she's close and I love her.
Love her.
Not in a stalking way, or a brotherly way or even a totally lustful way but in a I-wish-I-knew-her-but-know-I-won't-ever-even-meet-her kind of way.
I would break my own personal ban on marriage to marry Cheryl Lemke.
It's that intense.
She's a sweetheart.
Of course, there's Kristina Abernathy but every guy lusts after her. (Hell, I wouldn't kick her out of bed and she's probably the most beautiful, but give me Cheryl Lemke any day and I'll be happy.)
Then there's the feisty girl in the morning, Alexandra, I like her because she's flirty with the old guy with the gray hair.
Who can forget Kim Perez? Or Sharon Resultan? Or Stephanie Abrams, Jen Carfagno or Heather Tesch? You get the idea. I could go on and on.
Hillary Andrews is so enthusiastic about the weather and her job it is scary in an appealing way, if that's possible. She works with the Oriental guy at 10 a.m. (Sorry, guys, I can't remember your names. You just get in the way anyhow.)
Locally, I love Cecily Tynan and Carol Erickson. Incredible examples of some well-structured DNA.
Beautiful.
Unattainable, but beautiful nonetheless.
Back to my fascination with The Weather Channel, though.
I've felt this way ever since finding TWC about 10 years ago.
Incredibly, I read an interview with Bill Cosby the other day.
This is what he said when someone asked him what he liked in the way of TV shows:
"I find myself always ending up on The Weather Channel," Cosby said.
Me, too, Bill.
Me too.