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Molly Fisk: The View from Here

It’s been a while since I’ve had occasion to see the human form, male version, naked, from behind. Luckily, this circumstance was remedied over the weekend, when I went to the coast to house-sit for some friends who live in a little beach town. It’s not a nude beach, but it has decent surf, and therefore attracts surfers. No, they are not nude surfers! Calm down and let me finish the story. . .

This small beach town has a hill, with many wooden cottages built every which way, cheek by jowl, all with big banks of windows facing the ocean. I was in one of those, still half-asleep, sipping my morning coffee and watching the waves curl and break, when a movement down on the street below caught my eye. Caught my eye and then held it,  while a muscular young man standing next to his car took his pants off. He then quickly wrapped his loins with an old brown towel, but by that time it was too late, I was riveted.

He looked around furtively a couple of times, but there was no one on the street. As he inched into his wetsuit — feet, shins, knees, thighs — the towel moved around in a compelling way, until he had the suit almost up to his hips. Then — the timing was perfect — the brown towel slid off onto the pavement and most of his gluteous maximi were again revealed.

I’m afraid, dear listener, I giggled. Men’s butts are a thing of beauty in general, but there’s also nothing funnier than watching someone try to be discreet and fail, when you are the person they can’t see is watching. Also, our culture takes so much pride in showing off women’s body parts day in and day out, it’s refreshing to see something else for once.

The gluteous maximus is the largest muscle of the posterior and one of the strongest in the body. I’m only telling you this to prolong the suspense. I won’t go into the make-up of rubber wet suits or why the boards are short now instead of long: that would just be mean. I will say that this street in front of my friends’ house is right above a short-cut to the beach, and therefore the parking is free, instead of $10 at the official parking lot. Ergo, there’s a parade of surfers’ cars parked here from dawn to dusk. And no one arrives already wearing their wetsuit.

Poets are born observers, which came in handy since seven more guys disrobed in front of me, only one of them able to keep his sarong in place. Sometimes they were alone and sometimes in pairs, chatting away as their butts gleamed in the sunlight and they grabbed at the falling towels. No one, alas, turned completely around.

Last year, my friends put in a web cam so they could see weather conditions while away from home. They’re thinking of adding another, aimed at the street, and charging a subscription to internet viewers.

This certainly cheered me up, far more than those eagle-nest cams — I’d subscribe in a New York minute. Plus, it’s got to be good for your heart rate.

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  • Jeanie September 18, 2017 at 1:19 am

    What a great way to start my work day! Thank you, Molly!

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    • Molly Fisk September 18, 2017 at 4:17 pm

      😉

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  • Patricia Ratcliffe September 16, 2017 at 8:26 pm

    Thank you, Molly, for your wonderful essays. Your email is usually the last one that comes in for me on Saturday night, here in Australia, and I usually go to bed amused and/or thought provoked by your antics. Last night I went to sleep laughing…absolutely delightful. Thank you

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    • Molly Fisk September 17, 2017 at 1:49 am

      you’re very welcome! thanks for your kind words.

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  • Mickey M. September 16, 2017 at 1:14 pm

    Oh, Molly, oh. I’m so glad to read that I’m not the only one over…..let’s just say 20….who loves looking. Sigh. Thank you so much for this lovely image, these images, that your writing brings to mind and imagination, another sigh.

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    • Molly Fisk September 16, 2017 at 2:28 pm

      Never, ever think you are the only one, Mickey… 😉 Lascivious middle-aged persons abound, of all genders and all persuasions. We are multitudinous and alert, once prompted. And more of us should be cruising around beach towns just for the scenery, imho. 😉

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  • hillsmom September 16, 2017 at 12:40 pm

    Oh Molly…too funny!

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    • Molly Fisk September 16, 2017 at 2:25 pm

      Funny? No, no, entirely serious! I never jest about male anatomy… <3

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  • Patricia Yarberry Allen, M.D. September 16, 2017 at 11:09 am

    Great libido post, Molly. Have shared this post with everyone.
    Dr. Pat

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    • Molly Fisk September 16, 2017 at 2:24 pm

      Yay! 😉

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