John and Yoko would approve of this nakey time. On July the 4th, nudity/peace activist Jen Moss will be pushing the limits of Ashland, Oregon’s decency laws. As it stands, the law states that you have to have your genitalia covered while in a city park or downtown commercial district. She’s often seen riding around topless on her bike (no fossil fuels baby), but on Independence Day she (and some more hairy, gnarly hippie types) will be joining the Annual 4th of July parade in nothing but a hemp G-string. Or at least attempting to.

Ashland rules, amIright?

Alright, yes, you’ve seen better looking women naked, but it’s the thought that counts, amIright?

From OG Paper (original gangsta?):

According to a post she made online, the Naked Lady plans “wearing only a hemp G-string and blowing a conch shell” during the parade. “We don’t feel that someone in the parade who is topless or nearly naked is appropriate for a family audience. She’s welcome on any other day of the year to do that. But not on the Fourth of July while in the parade,” parade chairman James Kidd was quoted.

Find out more (and watch more nakedness) at EarthFriendJen.com!

So it appears some of the cheerleaders from the NBA’s Sacramento Kings may have enjoyed a little extra camera time. The pictures, some of which may be as old as two years, were surfaced from a photobucket account by blog site withleather.com, but you can view the pictures here. The powers that be within the King organization have taken embarrassment over the situation. Owner Gavin Maloof in the Sac Bee…

“We obviously don’t condone that type of behavior. We’ll deal with it internally.”

Sure you don’t condone that behavior, Mr. Maloof. That’s why you’re the North State leader in double-D cash stuffing. Come on now, if anybody really gives a damn about these pictures, they are in need of a serious reality check. How different are these photos from those of a cheerleader’s swimsuit calendar? Four girls sporting G-strings… Ever see a muscle car magazine at Barnes & Noble? What, champagne bottles? Yowza! Woman on woman kiss? Forget about it.

If you happen to be one of the people that takes offense to these photos, crawl back into the time machine, set the dial for 1955, and get outta here.