Worst I can admit to is grilling a steak in boxer briefs late on a Sunday night at "the farm". It was at least 90* and my neighbors lit me up using my driveway to back their camper into the drive. I nodded and waved my grill fork unashamed. It was late, they were not invited.
They couldn't have possibly realized I was only wearing underwear. Probably looked like basketball shorts?
I witness worse at the grocery almost every visit. We get one shot at life. Rights, dignity, and even self respect have variable definitions. Yoga pants. Sometimes they work, most times a fail. Glad to be a man, we wear jeans and well, more jeans. It's a solid choice.
I'm certain if I chose to exercise my freedoms on World Naked Gardening Day? There would probably be police and protesters. Count me out, however if it floats your boat and you make efforts that conform to a community standard, cheers! and garden naked. Not that I would, I cannot.
