Hiking
One doesn’t have to be the least curious at all to wonder about Naked Hiking Day on the Appalachian Trail. I hope that at least the rules of the Forest Service allow one to wear shoes and socks and to take along more than the usual amount of deep woods anti-bug and sun screen.
It’s a mystery to me on the face of it, but that the Governor of South Carolina would disappear and as well be suspected off hiking on Father’s Day of all days — and all the while allow his state and his family to languish — is more than I can even imagine. But then my imagination is usually put into service in other directions.
Take naked. There’s Adam and Eve and all the trouble they caused when the figment of their imaginations put them over the edge and out the EdenGate. Salomé came close as she dropped all those veils as the music went on and led to John’s demise. Then there’re the topless bars. I went hopefully to one once only to discover it was actually in an outdoor garden with only a pergola for the vines and “ceiling” fans.
If the Appalachians can do it for a day, maybe it’s a thought for one of the forthcoming General Convention’s legislative days and all the gender talk it’ll have there. I hope the deputy from somewhere in New England will be there this time so she can take the microphone, scold us mildly, and once more remind everyone that gender is for words and sex is for people.