Gina Marie

I almost got old once. The details of that moment are stark in my mind. In fact, I recall it was a Saturday afternoon at about 3 p.m. about eight or nine years ago. I had my plump ass seated on a beach log at a family picnic. Suddenly, a sick feeling took hold in my belly and I realized what was happening. “This is it. You’re going ‘round the bend.” That was the scariest fucking moment of my life. I was physically unwell. I had quit writing. I nearly quit dreaming. I got off my ass and started running again.  I’d survived long enough to return back to the woods. It felt so good to run through the forest on misty Saturday mornings, leaping over mossy logs, free, alive, mud splashing on my bare legs. It was like going back in time to when I was a kid and gathered polliwogs in the creek and played Indian boy in the woods.

My plot against growing up seems to be working. The other day, buying whiskey, the clerk scowled at me, then said “Holy Cow!” when I gave him my I.D. He looked down at me wide-eyed, this small 4-foot-10-inch person with red streaks in her hair and no makeup staring back with a naughty smirk while handing him my driver’s license: DOB, 1968. “What’s your secret?”

“Well,” I said, standing up a little taller and squaring my shoulders, “My secret is that I drink a helluva lot of whiskey!”

The truth is, I am very much a 41-year-old woman, but am also a 12-year-old kid, and I plan to stay that peculiar mix of ages for a very, very long time.

In the state of Oregon, public nudity is protected as free speech, as long as there is “no intent to arouse.” Well, there was no arousal going on last spring when I stood shivering, in the cool of the evening. I was waiting for a race to start in Forest Park near downtown Portland. The group of runners included myself and five men. There weren’t too many people around, but then a family came walking up the trail with young children. We were about to strip down to running shoes and take off. Should we wait? We let them pass, then somebody said, “fuck it, let’s go.”

Clothes came off and we lined up. The starter blew a whistle or a horn and we were off. It was crazy, silly and fun. Nobody hiking or running in the park would expect a small pack of pale, nude runners to come streaking up the trail in the chill of May….except this is Oregon and wackiness can ensue just about anytime or anyplace. As we cruised up the trail, my skin began to warm and the air felt brilliantly refreshing on my bare skin. I felt so alive and free. We passed the family, exposing them to nothing more than our bare butts. I heard some snickers and giggles as we ran by. Soon, the men were out ahead and it was just me on the trail. I felt like a deer or a bird, flying along. The few people I passed further up the trail just smiled and waved. I’ll admit that it took some bravery to ditch the clothes in such a public setting, in such a small group, and in broad daylight. But it was also incredibly liberating.

I love to fuck in the bushes as much as the next guy (hehe) but I also believe it’s important to celebrate the joy and freedom of naked exploration without the label of “pervert.” There was nothing sexual about that run. In fact, when we returned to the start, the family we passed asked for information about the next race. It turned out that they are naturists and frequent the clothing optional beach on the Willamette River.

Writing, in all of its forms, keeps me young too. It feels like play. It’s fun. It makes me smile. The act of writing scours my brain and makes me feel complete. When I can’t write or am up against a doodywad who thinks writing is a waste of time, I start to feel suffocated. I began writing in journals when I was seven years old. I found my grandpa’s Hustler when I was eight. Hmmmm. And yes, with most of my writing, there is the intent to arouse. I’m drawn to the genre because….like most of my favorite things, it’s FUN.

When I started running again, I also started writing again. And finally, I started playing again.

Last year, my boy Brad and I logged more than 6,000 naked road miles. We did the World Naked Bike Ride and the Original Bare Buns Run in Spokane, WA. We published stories together, blogged together, and explored sensuality on the page together.We danced around nude in the middle of a highway in Nevada. Brad did a naked Chinese Fire Drill while waiting for a train in the middle of the city. (The chicks in the car next to us LOVED it). We soaked in the hot springs, hiked in the mountains, biked around the playa at Burning Man, did some erotic photo shoots, cooked supper, wrote poetry, played Scrabble, made banana bread, crafted smut, watched the news, gazed at the stars…..all of it NAKED. Why? Why not. Freedom, baby! Freedom!

Fuck it! Let’s go!

Naked Whips photo was taken by David Rolin. Used with permission.

21 Responses to “Gina Marie”

  1. Gina wrote: I love to fuck in the bushes as much as the next guy (hehe) but I also believe it’s important to celebrate the joy and freedom of naked exploration without the label of “pervert.” There was nothing sexual about that run.

    Hear, hear!

    Then to: The truth is, I am very much a 41-year-old woman, but am also a 12-year-old kid, and I plan to stay that peculiar mix of ages for a very, very long time.

    That sums it up beautifully. There is nothing wrong with getting older, quite the contrary; we are the sum of our years. We should wear it honestly. Why in the hell would we want to erase the experiences that shaped us? On the flip side, why would we want to deny that which once were?

    To walk that fine line and accept all that we are seems a wonderful, naked run unto itself.

    Thanks for an inspiring post.

  2. Gina Marie!
    You make me cry with happiness and my heart sing! I heart you girl!

    From the moment I met you via Alison Tyler’s blog some mere 2 years’ ago now…I think I fell madly in love with your earthy, sensual writing and your zest for life. You’re a girl with “je nais se qua. I’m glad you had the brevity and the good sense to get off that darn log, start running and get back to writing. The world needs your beautiful energy, your gorgeous words and your hot, little body. Whoa, mama!

    Keep on keeping on getting naked, my friend. I think it’s magical.

  3. Hey Gina Marie,

    I have to say the Naked I has never been so joyously exposed as in your exuberant essay. I feel ten years younger just reading this! Actually, in so many ways I do feel “younger” in the sense of enjoying life, feeling entitled to play, and feeling stronger than ever before now at 48. Like you, I also credit writing for this trick on time. Creating, exploring, running through the muddy forest with my words, all better (and more fun) than retinol face cream and crossword puzzles!

    Loved the carding scene–although my preferred elixir is red wine :-).

    So funny that you can be naked in Oregon (and Berkeley) as long as you don’t intend to arouse! I can’t quite wrap my mind around that concept because it is so complex. You can arouse another person by flashing your hand, your ankle, even by a well-shaped body part that is fully clothed. You can arouse yourself, unintentionally, and you can arouse deep feelings other than sexual ones. Supposing an observer is “aroused” to quit her boring job by the sight of naked runners? And how is intent measured? Ah, well, as erotica writers at least our intent is pure–we do want to arouse our readers in a very particular way!

    I totally agree with Neve that your appreciation for life’s sensual treats was evident from the very first moment I had the pleasure of feasting at Aphrodite’s Table. You’ve inspired many fine meals and more….

    Thanks so much!

  4. What a lovely, joyous, life-affirming post! Thank you – it was delight to read!

    But please … what’s a Chinese Fire Drill?

    • A Chinese Fire Drill is when a car full of people (usually high school or college, or just young at heart 😉 ) Drive up to a red light, hopefully at a busy intersection, someone calls out “Chinese fire drill!) and everyone jumps out of the car and runs around it like maniacs, then jumps back in, often in a different seat than they exited.

  5. Hello you wonderful, beautiful people! Thank you, so much!

    Craig, I love your words, “We are the sum of our years.” Yes!!! You are the coolest. Thanks for inspiring ME all along this amazing journey.

    Neve, I’m glad I got off that log, too. Here’s to getting off…..wheeeeeee! Love you, chica — your luscious writing fueled my fire from the start as well. Someday, you and I will share a shot of tequila!

    Hi Donna — “I can’t quite wrap my mind around that concept because it is so complex.” I agree, but I’m just glad we have the freedom here to go with it. World Naked Bike Ride is a month away!!!! Can’t wait.

    Thank you Janine! A Chinese Fire Drill is when you stop in the middle of the road and run around the car. With two people, opposite directions, doing a high-five when you cross paths. I’m not sure why it’s called that though……goodness, I better find out!

  6. Craig, I didn’t see your comment until after mine went….I like your explanation better, though sometimes we do them in the middle of nowhere, and just pretend there is a red light 🙂

  7. Or when you’re jammed up in a freeway, eh, Gina? That’s actually pretty cool too.

  8. Gina, just getting to this now – after a long exhausting day of poetry (we call this group “Marathon” because it is an all-day thing). This was such a joyous post – it’s just what I needed to read tonight.

    “I almost got old once” – I did get old once. It’s not fun. Glad you avoided it and may you always.

  9. Yes, Craig, freeway jams, woohoo! Did you know that humans spend six months of their lives, on average, in traffic jams, but only two weeks kissing. Is that a shame or what? We gotta change the world!

    Hi Robin, a whole day of poetry, wow!!!!! I’m glad you reclaimed a mispent youth. Rawr!!!!!!!!!!!!

  10. Gina! Love ya! We’re away from home w/ little computer time, but I’ll be back here in a day or two to comment properly.

  11. Gina, I find this and have found you such an inspiration — really, the zest and spontaneity so fascinate and uplift me. I have not experienced such characteristics as very prominent in me historically, and it is such a delight to see them so beautifully displayed and modeled in you! Thank you!!!

    Namaste and huge hugs. 🙂

  12. P.S: The beach photo is beautiful. I love your expression … and the hat!

  13. Hello Mr. Jeremy — I like improper comments best, but I look forward to your return 😉

    Kisses to you, Emerald! I still think of you when I see shiny, pretty things in the world.

    Janine — gracias!! That day at the beach was so fun. Brad and I had both “secretly” brought fun things — I had packed the scarf and some other wacky play clothes. Brad had brought silly hats. So when I opened the beach bag and found the hat surprise, it was so exciting.

  14. Gina, Gina, and Gina some more … you are like distilled life (the good parts)! You are a person who inspires me each day just by dint of who you are and how you live. “Why not” is a great motto, and you sure walk the walk (and run the run). Thank you for showing us that there are infinitely numerous flavors of fun to be invented!

  15. Beautiful, both of you naked, or not.


  16. I can honestly say that I’ve never met anyone who is so akin to me. Your sensuality is rare. From those first conversations about standing naked in the snow to our last taste of butter-seared scallops, we’ve packed it all in, in nearly 16 glorious months. There’s hardly a beam of sun, or a wisp of warm air, or a scent of olive oil that I experience without thoughts of you. Just wait until we hit that yurt in Hawaii, surrounded by rubber trees and hibiscus!

  17. Aw Jeremy — You were one of the first commenters when I tossed a blog out into the world. You helped me find focus and confidence and I am every grateful! Life distilled! I’ll drink to that! Whiskey shots all around.

  18. Sweet Mr. BAK — me on the deck in Washington state and you in a snowy yard in Wisconsin sharing our sensual desires long-distance! Wahooo! I can’t express how wonderful it is to have the amazing opportunity to meet one’s muse in the flesh and share the planet with somebody who understands. When you shared your new poem yesterday, and I had the privilege of climbing inside of your wildly creative mind through your words, it just made me so happy to be alive. Right now. With you.

  19. And……thank you to the amazing erotica community. You are all so awesome. The support and affection I’ve experienced gives me hope for whirled peas and happiness for this crazy planet! Love you all.

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