Wow, time sure does fly. One minute we're having a gloriously balmy January, then it's February and a large naked woman is stomping windshields in Noe Valley, then it's December and we're outlawing public nudity altogether — except at Folsom Street Fair, or Bay to Breakers, or any other organized naked parade, or in those instances when attractive nudists want to sunbathe somewhere other than the Castro and the police and viewing public turn a blind eye... or just stare.

So, without further ado, here's our roundup of our favorite birthday-suited San Franciscans, in this year that shall forever go down in infamy as the year that one of the last libertine vestiges of the Summer of Love got wiped away by the Board of Supervisors.