It was 1975 and Streaking was all the rage.
Why did I do it ? I was and always will be an exhibitionist.
It was lunch time at my High School. Hundred of kid saw us all. Myself and the rest of the foot ball team streaked across the school.
It was my first time in a group streak and I was THEE one, the only one that got caught, Tackled by my Science Teacher.
I’ve been a streaker ever since. But now I just walk.
As for advice. If you got the balls.
Go somewhere early before others arrive. Go far, at least a mile. Matters not where, city, Forrest, beach. Loose all your clothes in a way you cannot get them back.
I’ve thrown mine over unclimbable walls, into fast moving rivers, into dumpsters right before the garbage truck empties the dumpster.
I hide till people are out and about.
Pro tip,,,only a few people around say 2,3,4 or so. They will be afraid.
Hide till dozens are about or hundreds, they will be concerned, entertained, surprised.
All I ever get is smiles and laughter.
BUT when someone offers you something to cover yourself with be it a shirt a newspaper or a handkerchief,
You use it as best you can to hide your bits. Trust me on this, you’re on camera.
There’s no need to ask me how I know this. The smarter of you will get my drift. If you didn’t get my meaning in less than three seconds your too slow to try this kink.