Angi had worked at Jim’s until midnight on Friday night. Jean usually sent her home earlier when business had tapered below a certain leve, but the night had been busier than normal. hen Early in the evening Joan had had her bouncer deny service to two naked men in their forties who had come together. Angi had not recognized either of them and wondered whether Joan had barred them because of their nudity or perhaps some perceived gayness. Had she had time to think more about it, she would have understood the first situation and condemned the second, although she realized that Jim’s was not really in a situation to become a gay bar. But that was the only time that any one had tried to enter Jim’s naked that she knew of since N-Day.
She went home and showered the smoke out of her hair, slipped on a night shirt, and went to sleep. When she got up at nine in the morning she went downstairs. Cyd and Linda were both on their computers communicating with people from somewhere. Cyd was on the front porch wearing only a pair of black cutoffs and smoking a cigarette while doing something on her laptop. Angi knew that Cyd did not smoke often and surmised that something had her concerned.
“What’s happening? This isn’t the usual Saturday activity,” she asked.
“Pretty much we expected,” Linda answered. She handed Angi some printouts.
“Look at these. The early copies of some of the bigger Sunday papers are out. There are a couple of big ads financed by who knows who and they don’t sound very polite, shall we say. This may be the worst. It says it is funded by ‘Citizens for Families.’ It blames our new clothing optional state on ‘godless and foreign agents and their legislative and judicial cohorts and lackeys’ and calls for the removal of all present office holders except for the attorney general who they say should be installed as governor now because she is the only state office holder qualified to hold any public office. They want everybody replaced by people who will respect the constitution and families and oppose public indecency, and who will end any program which gives any state money, including medical or housing assistance, to anybody who engages in non-coital sex or outside of legal heterosexual marriage.”
“Aren’t they just hotheads?” Angi asked.
“Maybe,” Linda answered, “but they have a lot of money and they have the support of some mainstream politicians, at least from the past, it seems. Does the name of Clark Quentin Throneberry mean anything to you?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, he is one of the signers. He used to be governor, a Democrat who some people thought was a liberal, who served two terms and retired to making money almost forty years ago. He’s almost ninety now, but I don’t think he has burned all of his bridges. Some of our correspondents have been telling us that he still makes all the right parties and still meets with prominent people. He is quoted as saying that while the decent people slept that outside forces came and took things over. In increments. First liberalized divorce, then abortion rights, then gay rights, and now the right to ‘flaunt what should not be flaunted’ and says that we need to undo all of these things. He was one of the state’s first prominent supporters of choice, so it really seems strange.”
‘Well, if they’re attacking what so many people are doing, don’t they think that they’ll just be making too many enemies to get their stuff done?”
“We can hope so, but remember there’ll be hell to pay if we’re wrong. That’s why we have to mobilize and do it now. Linda and I and all of us have just too much to lose.”
“I understand.”
She went to the kitchen for a bite of breakfast.
Welcome
I have been intrigued with how society handles the freedoms and opportunities it has and how various rights and responsibilities can sometimes conflict with others’ rights and responsibilities.
I came up with the idea of a place like Conway Corners and the choices it is facing, perhaps because I have also spent more of my life naked than most women my age. The situation that Conway Corners is in seems bizarre, yet it is not so implausible as to seem totally impossible.
The state's Supreme Court has just given everybody a new right, one few had asked for or ever expected to be granted, the right to go about undressed, and now society is transitioning to becoming clothing optional. This story examines how people adjust to that right, how it might be used and abused, and how people who have been seeking other rights or who would prefer to reduce existing freedoms adjust to the changes. It also looks at the ways that families and people interact with each other.
The story does involve a fair amount of nudity, but if you are looking for pornography you are in the wrong place. (However, with a little searching, you can probably find a porn site if you try hard enough [or even if you don't]). There are no lingering descriptions of the naked bodies or body parts and the specifics of any undressing are not lingered on. The most explicit reference to a sexual activity (in the initial story, at least) is one in which a couple wakes up in bed and a used condom is thrown into a waste basket.
The large, initial story (Conway Corners approaches N-Day) covers a lot of ground and introduces many people and situations. It is intended to provide a “universe” in which other stories, short or long, can be added. Reader suggestions or input for more stories will be accepted and I have established a moderated Google Group (Conway Corners -- discussions of choices and consequences) for this. Feedback is welcomed.
The chapters are posted in reverse format. I guess blogs work that way. However, links to individual chapters are on the left and you may find them helpful in navigating the story.
Enjoy this story and maybe let it make you think.
Leelee
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