Public exposure and lewdness laws are sometimes ignored in sandy parts of New York City’s suburbs—look below particularly high dunes and well-hidden alcoves along the Long Island coast near Jones Beach. Walk down by the famous black and white lighthouse in Robert Moses State Park, and there, one fond of running around ass-naked in front of others, can tan the parts of the ass that on others never sees the sun.
If one is into hairy Italian men or bleach-blonde, cheated upon, apron- less housewives, it is worth the commute from the heavily clothed banks of Flatbush, Brooklyn or Penn Station, Manhattan to partake in skinny dipping rituals that happen this time of year off the coast of the Empire state.
Although there are gay men and lesbians on the beach, most on blankets are legally married.
The Long Island Railroad offers round trip service to the old light house in Robert Moses State Park, but city dwellers without cars must plan to spend nearly $60 for round trip taxi fare to the sand. The benefit of this beach in particular is the lack of screaming children.
The glory that shines from these sands is not from the well-built sunbathers, or raisin-like old men and women, but the serenity that washes up during such odd circumstances and places.
The experience of floating on huge waves in chilly, salt waters without being tied up like Gumby in spandex trousers is a relief from everyday society that most beach goers miss out on.
How women with big breasts must feel as the tides of these pristine waters suckle the lifelong dredges of mammary glands.
Rushing through the space between male legs is a silent thrill that guys in the nude on the purple shell sand fail to realize.
The best waves for surfing on Long Island are found out here near the old lighthouse. For those who are not comfortable being nude in front of others, swimming and body surfing on the huge waves offers the best glimpse of these strange Long Islanders.
