The coalminer’s daughter. The bartender. The police brutality activist. The grieving mother. Each looked at the man representing her in Congress and said, “I can do better.”
A nudist named Shungaboy and a diverse group of New Yorkers celebrate the male form in all its shapes and sizes. (Warning: contains nudity)
Shungaboy wants to paint, but even more so, he wants to be naked. The Men’s Naked Drawing Group, which Shungaboy founded, is a group of like-minded nudists who want a place to explore their art without judgment. In a small studio in SoHo, they do just that, meeting every two weeks to rediscover their naked selves. A New York resident who does not like to reveal his name, Shungaboy’s adopted moniker is borrowed from “Shunga,” the erotic art form of seventeenth-century Japan that inspires him. “The natural body is actually more attractive than the chiseled hunk,” Shungaboy says, which may as well be the motto of this accepting group of painters.
“Who would look after him if I wasn’t here?” and other questions this mom asks herself every day.
Get up close and personal with the athletes of the reemerging ancient pastime of mallakamb, in Narratively’s first 360 film.
Once a year, residents of this mountainous island gather at two churches on opposite ends of town and launch 100,000 handmade rockets — directly at each other.
When Dee came out as a transgender, it meant the end of her marriage to Penny. And that’s when the empowering journey for both women truly began.
As Chinese investment turns this mineral-rich region into a cash cow, does the Southern Mongolian culture have any hope of survival? A few families are willing to fight for it.
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