This is little more than a thinly veiled excuse to share an artistic shot of Seth’s ass.

Or rather, an artistic excuse to share a shot of Seth’s ass, thinly veiled.

Truth be told, there is a very good reason Seth is dressed like this. It was winter in Telluride and we both forgot our bathing suits. But because of the season, no store was selling them. We spent all day looking, but to no avail, before finally having the bright idea to try a thrift store. The thrift store came through for us... kind of.

They had two bathing suits, total, to choose from, so Seth got the stuck with a Speedo and I got stuck with a pair of loud Hawaiian shorts intended for a man twice my size and twice my age*.

We looked an odd pair, but once we got to the hot springs in Ridgway, it turned out not to matter anyways. It was a clothing optional facility and half the people there were naked. It’s usually the wrong half, that much is almost always true; but what was especially off about this particular establishment was that in addition to all the expected middle-aged adults in attendance, there were also a baffling number of naked children. These “children” were not really all that young, and most appeared to be of an age I’d say was too old to comfortably be seen naked in public— with or without their naked mother and father.

But here, they were with their naked mothers and fathers. Creepy. The whole place was odd and the vibe upsetting, and we quite quickly decided to leave.

Our sensibilities were too delicate for all that nonsense, so we went home and did what any upstanding, civilized couple would do— instead, we had a photoshoot of Seth striking various sexy and provocative poses in the snow wearing nothing but a Speedo and boots.

*Luckily, no picture exists of me dressed in my luau/retirement bathing trunks.