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Once when I lived in St. Paul Minnesota I was driving near the Mississippi when I noticed an appealing woods, part of the fringe of woods along sections of the river. Since my dogs were overdue for a walk, I parked and we headed off. Just a little stroll in a little woods right in the middle of a huge city. I expected there to be lots of others in the woods, and there were.
Almost immediately a guy went by on one of the maze of trails that intersected mine. He was stark naked. I said "Hello" as if I saw nude guys in public every day. He said hi too and continued on his trail. I wasn't especially worried, having the two dogs and a concealed Colt .357 with me. A few minutes further along, I saw a couple of guys making love just barely concealed behind a few sparse bushes. They were too busy to notice me. Apparently this was some sort of nudist area. Just a few minutes further I came to a small clearing and saw two more nude couples making love, this time right out in the open. Again, gay guy couples. About then it occurred to me that I didn't quite belong in there. I wasn't nude, had no desire to be nude among strangers, wasn't a guy, and wasn't gay. I turned back and found somewhere else to walk my dogs. Being a strong believer in minding my own business, I said nothing about the gay guy nudist woods to anyone.
About two years later I read in the newspaper that LE had raided and shut down a "gay nudist beach" along the Mississippi River just where I had visited. The newspaper mentioned only the nudity and gayness. Not the love-making. The gay community had apparently managed to have this gay guy nudist and love-making area for at least two years on public land right in the middle of Minneapolis-St. Paul.
Almost immediately a guy went by on one of the maze of trails that intersected mine. He was stark naked. I said "Hello" as if I saw nude guys in public every day. He said hi too and continued on his trail. I wasn't especially worried, having the two dogs and a concealed Colt .357 with me. A few minutes further along, I saw a couple of guys making love just barely concealed behind a few sparse bushes. They were too busy to notice me. Apparently this was some sort of nudist area. Just a few minutes further I came to a small clearing and saw two more nude couples making love, this time right out in the open. Again, gay guy couples. About then it occurred to me that I didn't quite belong in there. I wasn't nude, had no desire to be nude among strangers, wasn't a guy, and wasn't gay. I turned back and found somewhere else to walk my dogs. Being a strong believer in minding my own business, I said nothing about the gay guy nudist woods to anyone.
About two years later I read in the newspaper that LE had raided and shut down a "gay nudist beach" along the Mississippi River just where I had visited. The newspaper mentioned only the nudity and gayness. Not the love-making. The gay community had apparently managed to have this gay guy nudist and love-making area for at least two years on public land right in the middle of Minneapolis-St. Paul.