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Our very own chief engineer, Evander Strong, when not having a nude snow adventure (which doesn’t happen often), can be found speccing out the latest designs to help guys be BIGGER and BETTER. And of course wearing his own HARDWEAR gear, showing off the awesome penis he’s built – still horny, huge, and veiny approaching age fifty.
You wouldn’t guess that being naked in the snow would teach a man about himself, about his male power and personal fortitude, but life’s lessons have a way of sneaking up on a guy. Going bare is a specialty for the boys here at allknight.com, showing off the gear, demonstrating the products, etc. And we’ve always understood the value and power that comes from having the confidence to strip bare. But until recently, we had never really considered how being naked—in our natural state—and being confronted with the elements could expand the mind. This is not a trapped in a blizzard story—thankfully, that’s not what happened. This is more of a shamanistic story, a personal adventure, boys’ day out in the woods, rite of passage kind of thing. It’s not about anything going wrong, rather it’s about something unexpected going right. And ultimately, It’s about finding inner strength in an unexpected setting while being butt-ass naked.
Then, with a foot of snow on the ground he was standing barefoot, buck-naked, more than ankles deep. “We can leave our clothes here,” he was saying. “I do not believe the bears will steal them.”
“W-wait, I can’t have these guys getting frostbite, losing their toes.” I pushed these words out through a hard shiver, still with my boots on but otherwise bare-assed. It was in this same instant that the wind picked up and a gust of sparkling snow dust crashed into my body. I remember while my teeth were chattering, I also felt invigorated. The wind was singing louder, I no longer even had to be still to hear it. It was like the cold was waking something in me.
By the stream everyone took their boots off if only for a few minutes to experience everything and to coexist—completely—with the cold. We couldn’t believe we were butt-ass naked in the snow, in this arctic setting, but we were, and it was empowering. Reading this, you may be prone to suspect that we had done a bunch of shrooms on the way down the hill, especially with all this talk of the singing wind and the babbling stream; but I promise you, we were perfectly sober. For centuries, many cultures have used the extremes of temperature to illicit a kind of personal, mental, spiritual awakening. It’s one of those things that will always seem hooky until you experience it.
