Sorry, True Believers, I have been absent from my blog space for about 9 days because I've been in pilot writing mode. My eyes are bloodshot, my lids are heavy and I'm at the office doing my day job. I dressed up though. I'm wearing my favorite shirt from Hawes and Curtis, a London based shirtmaker. And nice dress pants. Looking professional because I just did a very professional thing last night and I finished this script. In a week. So before I get to the task of going through the script and finding the holes, I need to take a moment.
This weekend I have a very important task. I need to fill the tank. The love tank. The creative tank. The fitness tank. Actually, I have about three tanks to fill, I guess.
The love tank. The bf and I are going to grab some movies and some meals this weekend. We had a good week and met with a client of his on some projects he wants to pitch. So when I thought all I had to give was to the pilot, I had even more I needed to give. That was good though. I think I might have an idea ready to pitch come development season. But this weekend needs to be about hanging out.
The creative tank. Going to the art museum, watching movies, eating exciting food, catching up on TV shows.
And the fitness tank. All of this writing means all of this EATING. I've been happily stuffing my face. But now it's time to make up for it and get in shape for the marathon which is staffing season. Meetings, outfits, etc.
Anyway...that's the latest and greatest. More to come. Probably this weekend while I'm filling up the tank.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
What is Good Writing?
I'm a writer.
I think I know what good writing is.
My opinion comes more from reading than it does from my MFA.
This came up yesterday and this morning with my boyfriend and this application
he's putting together where he needs to write a personal statement.
The thing to know about my boyfriend is that he's very smart and well spoken.
He went to the University of Virginia. THE University.
So he's a brain and very impressive.
And he has a command of the language and loves big words.
This is the thing that I, personally, know about writing. And I'm only speaking for myself.
I believe good writing is economical. For me, it's not about how many five dollar words you use or even how many words you use, period. It's more about how
much feeling can you pour into expression using the least amount of words possible.
But the most important thing is that it sounds like you.
But just a real expensive, more articulate
version of you.
It's kind of like being Carrie Bradshaw.
And I love how my boyfriend expresses himself...
Well, I love HIM, so when I looked at his personal statement,
I wasn't excited.
Because it sounded so remote. And abstract. Nothing about
the language he was using felt like I wanted
to get to know more about him. Mainly because
there was very little about him personally in that statement.
Well, then I have to have that conversation.
Actually, I get out of the conversation by sending
the less uncomfortable email
because I'm a coward.
But I sound very authoritative in my cowardly email.
And he comes back with something that sounds so professional,
but so personal at the same time. And that to me is good writing.
I love vernacular. I love voice patterns.
I love how people aren't aware of what's coming out of their mouths,
but their body language gives them away.
That's why I love certain reality TV shows because
it's such a great dramatist's lesson.
I know, it sounds blasphemous. But it's "real" life being played out.
And by the time people are filming multiple seasons,
they are no longer guarded about having breakdowns or
"private" conversations on camera. It's a real master class sometimes.
For real.
Ha ha.
Good writing is writing that you aren't always aware of.
Just like good directing or good acting.
It makes you feel and it's clever,
but it's insightful in a way that
feels familiar and fresh at the same time.
It's language that brings us closer, not by
commanding but by persuading.
It doesn't always draw attention to itself.
But can when the moment is necessary.
It says things that everyone can understand
and makes everyone feel a bit more
insightful for agreeing with the sentiment.
It's just good.
Now back to the good writing that I'm trying to work on.
I think I know what good writing is.
My opinion comes more from reading than it does from my MFA.
This came up yesterday and this morning with my boyfriend and this application
he's putting together where he needs to write a personal statement.
The thing to know about my boyfriend is that he's very smart and well spoken.
He went to the University of Virginia. THE University.
So he's a brain and very impressive.
And he has a command of the language and loves big words.
This is the thing that I, personally, know about writing. And I'm only speaking for myself.
I believe good writing is economical. For me, it's not about how many five dollar words you use or even how many words you use, period. It's more about how
much feeling can you pour into expression using the least amount of words possible.
But the most important thing is that it sounds like you.
But just a real expensive, more articulate
version of you.
It's kind of like being Carrie Bradshaw.
And I love how my boyfriend expresses himself...
Well, I love HIM, so when I looked at his personal statement,
I wasn't excited.
Because it sounded so remote. And abstract. Nothing about
the language he was using felt like I wanted
to get to know more about him. Mainly because
there was very little about him personally in that statement.
Well, then I have to have that conversation.
Actually, I get out of the conversation by sending
the less uncomfortable email
because I'm a coward.
But I sound very authoritative in my cowardly email.
And he comes back with something that sounds so professional,
but so personal at the same time. And that to me is good writing.
I love vernacular. I love voice patterns.
I love how people aren't aware of what's coming out of their mouths,
but their body language gives them away.
That's why I love certain reality TV shows because
it's such a great dramatist's lesson.
I know, it sounds blasphemous. But it's "real" life being played out.
And by the time people are filming multiple seasons,
they are no longer guarded about having breakdowns or
"private" conversations on camera. It's a real master class sometimes.
For real.
Ha ha.
Good writing is writing that you aren't always aware of.
Just like good directing or good acting.
It makes you feel and it's clever,
but it's insightful in a way that
feels familiar and fresh at the same time.
It's language that brings us closer, not by
commanding but by persuading.
It doesn't always draw attention to itself.
But can when the moment is necessary.
It says things that everyone can understand
and makes everyone feel a bit more
insightful for agreeing with the sentiment.
It's just good.
Now back to the good writing that I'm trying to work on.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Make Me A Celebrity Blogger
I have the feeling this part of my blogging history will be referred to as
"Getting his bearings"
I'm not always sure what to write. It's a bit of a potpourri at this point. Maybe I'll land on a style or a format at some point. Right now, it's just whatever comes to mind. Some funny. Some poetic. Some tragic. Some words that are not my own.
But it would be fun to have people listen to what I have to say, right? It's kind of more immediate that the writing the scripts thing, although I'm still doing that of course. It's just getting some thoughts out there, which may not be useful to anyone other than myself.
But some times its nice just to type. It's therapeutic and relaxing. And I promise to try and make it funny as well.
"Getting his bearings"
I'm not always sure what to write. It's a bit of a potpourri at this point. Maybe I'll land on a style or a format at some point. Right now, it's just whatever comes to mind. Some funny. Some poetic. Some tragic. Some words that are not my own.
But it would be fun to have people listen to what I have to say, right? It's kind of more immediate that the writing the scripts thing, although I'm still doing that of course. It's just getting some thoughts out there, which may not be useful to anyone other than myself.
But some times its nice just to type. It's therapeutic and relaxing. And I promise to try and make it funny as well.
Reprinting: My Cousin put this on his Facebook Today
Not sure where this came from, but my cousin Alan put this up on his Facebook page and it made me think of growing up. And this says a lot about the Hawaiian spirit. And a lot of my personality comes from the fact that my Dad was raised in Hawaii.
I included some translations in parenthesis:
Friends vs. Hawaiian Friends
FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Always bring the food.
FRIENDS: Will say "hello".
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Will give you a big hug and a kiss.
FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Call your parents’ mom and dad.
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Cry with you.
FRIENDS: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Will spend hours talking, laughing, and just being together....then help clean-up when all pau (finished)!
FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes.
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowd's okoles (butts) that left you.
FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"
FRIENDS: Get mad when you don't stay in contact.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Years could go by and you pick up like it was yesterday.
FRIENDS: Come and go.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Are family.
That was pretty heartwarming. just thought I'd share a little generosity of the Hawaiian spirit that my cousin shared with me.
I included some translations in parenthesis:
Friends vs. Hawaiian Friends
FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Always bring the food.
FRIENDS: Will say "hello".
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Will give you a big hug and a kiss.
FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Call your parents’ mom and dad.
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Cry with you.
FRIENDS: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Will spend hours talking, laughing, and just being together....then help clean-up when all pau (finished)!
FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes.
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowd's okoles (butts) that left you.
FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!"
FRIENDS: Get mad when you don't stay in contact.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Years could go by and you pick up like it was yesterday.
FRIENDS: Come and go.
HAWAIIAN FRIENDS: Are family.
That was pretty heartwarming. just thought I'd share a little generosity of the Hawaiian spirit that my cousin shared with me.
Oscar Recap: Coffee Editioin
I'm at Akasha, my little coffee shop near the office, and I'm listening to a group of ladies, probably in their 40s, give their little recap of the Oscars. They're really breaking it down. Well, they had their little Sex & The City moment by talking about their lives and families. Then they needed to talk about something lighter and moved onto the Oscars. Breaking it down, their little Fashion Police recap in Culver City. You should have heard the things they had to say about Charlize Theron. You'd think one of them was a former editor at VOGUE. Maybe one of them was. It's interesting to listen to actual women actually talking and the things we all get together with our girlfriends to talk about.
Now, just need to replicate that in this script I'm working on. Thanks for the reminder ladies. THey're even efficient. They sat down 10 minutes ago and then did their quick recap and now they're off for the rest of their days. I think they just got out of yoga class.
And now two of them are chatting on their own to network. It's literally like a live webisode!
Imagine that. :)
Now, just need to replicate that in this script I'm working on. Thanks for the reminder ladies. THey're even efficient. They sat down 10 minutes ago and then did their quick recap and now they're off for the rest of their days. I think they just got out of yoga class.
And now two of them are chatting on their own to network. It's literally like a live webisode!
Imagine that. :)
Friday, March 5, 2010
Procrastination
I do not want to do work.
I write and write and write.
just need to remember
it's like breathing.
and if I stop
I will die.
cheerful thought.
I write and write and write.
just need to remember
it's like breathing.
and if I stop
I will die.
cheerful thought.
Am I Entertaining Enough?
Sometimes I worry that these blogs are just me rambling on about the minutae of my life. I'm not curing cancer here. And I have that childhood thing of needing to be funny and clever and witty and sparkly at all times. Just a question I'm throwing out there.
Trying to give you blogosphere realness.
Trying to give you blogosphere realness.
Hot Nude Yoga: The Return Week 3 of 4
There's nothing that puts me in a better mood than talking about Nude Yoga. Well, I guess DOING Nude Yoga would put me in a better mood.
Week Three.
I was feeling the benefits of the practice in my daily life. My energy was up, I was feeling more productive. I was writing a lot and feeling vital (I should get my ASS back into class). It reminded me a bit of when I was doing P90X, but my energy didn't necessarily just spike. It sustained. And I just felt more intuned with my body. Plus I would come come and try out what I learned on my boyfriend, which I think he enjoyed. And still does.
There's something about pressing your body weight on someone that takes consideration, attention, care and thought. It is a sensual experience in that way. I guess in our definition of sensuality and sexuality, it seems weird that you would be naked and paying attention to someone in a way that doesn't lead to you having sex to that person. But that's what I enjoy about the workshop. It allows us to face some of our prejudices, then tear them down. Or hold on to them, I guess. That would be the other option. Just get caught up in judgment. But for me, I really tried to put that aside.
And this week was difficult in particular in that regard. There was an older, short Mexican man who was my partner the first week and I always felt he was trying to cue himself up to be my partner again. If I'm speaking honestly, I would say that he's not really my type. And that's not what it's about, but I also wanted to connect with some other people. The point of the workshop isn't to partner with one person the whole time. But then again, maybe that was my projecting. So I partnered with him and just focused on the practice.
Since the workshop, I haven't been doing much yoga. I try and exercise as much as possible, but nothing centers me like the practice. I need to get back into it and shift my energy around.
Week Three.
I was feeling the benefits of the practice in my daily life. My energy was up, I was feeling more productive. I was writing a lot and feeling vital (I should get my ASS back into class). It reminded me a bit of when I was doing P90X, but my energy didn't necessarily just spike. It sustained. And I just felt more intuned with my body. Plus I would come come and try out what I learned on my boyfriend, which I think he enjoyed. And still does.
There's something about pressing your body weight on someone that takes consideration, attention, care and thought. It is a sensual experience in that way. I guess in our definition of sensuality and sexuality, it seems weird that you would be naked and paying attention to someone in a way that doesn't lead to you having sex to that person. But that's what I enjoy about the workshop. It allows us to face some of our prejudices, then tear them down. Or hold on to them, I guess. That would be the other option. Just get caught up in judgment. But for me, I really tried to put that aside.
And this week was difficult in particular in that regard. There was an older, short Mexican man who was my partner the first week and I always felt he was trying to cue himself up to be my partner again. If I'm speaking honestly, I would say that he's not really my type. And that's not what it's about, but I also wanted to connect with some other people. The point of the workshop isn't to partner with one person the whole time. But then again, maybe that was my projecting. So I partnered with him and just focused on the practice.
Since the workshop, I haven't been doing much yoga. I try and exercise as much as possible, but nothing centers me like the practice. I need to get back into it and shift my energy around.
No More Junk Food
I eat junk food when I'm depressed or overwhelmed. Who doesn't? Probably the healthy people who are at the gym at 5 AM, on the treadmill, watching Headline News. Those people. Healthy in body, feeding the mind, keeping sharp. Not me. At least not today. Feeling a bit mentally lumpy. Intellectually skinny fat. I just need to streamline.
Last night I had fried mozzerella with french dressing. And a frozen pizza I dipped in the french dressing. Ugh. That's not good.
I'm trying to get these writing projects done and it feels like I've been on the treadmill of an aspiring writing career for too long. My legs are burning. I know I need to get back on, but gosh, it just feels like my leg muscles should be developed by now and I should be reading to run that marathon. And run it in great time. Under three hours. But it's only my first one. So maybe under four is more realistic.
What does this metaphor mean? Keep training. Keep your eye on the prize. Do it every day. Don't get caught up in what it means for the rest of the race. Focus on Mile One. Then Two. Then three.
I actually ran a marathon. I should know this. And not as a metaphor. Sorry for the whining. Was feeling a bit alone today.
Putting my running shoes on aka my thinking cap aka my writer's brain. I'm going for a run. Not letting myself get buried in a stack of fried cheese.
Last night I had fried mozzerella with french dressing. And a frozen pizza I dipped in the french dressing. Ugh. That's not good.
I'm trying to get these writing projects done and it feels like I've been on the treadmill of an aspiring writing career for too long. My legs are burning. I know I need to get back on, but gosh, it just feels like my leg muscles should be developed by now and I should be reading to run that marathon. And run it in great time. Under three hours. But it's only my first one. So maybe under four is more realistic.
What does this metaphor mean? Keep training. Keep your eye on the prize. Do it every day. Don't get caught up in what it means for the rest of the race. Focus on Mile One. Then Two. Then three.
I actually ran a marathon. I should know this. And not as a metaphor. Sorry for the whining. Was feeling a bit alone today.
Putting my running shoes on aka my thinking cap aka my writer's brain. I'm going for a run. Not letting myself get buried in a stack of fried cheese.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Naked Birthing
I guess the straights needed to have their own version of Nude Yoga at some point.
My friend Marc was telling me yesterday that he heard about this phenomenon among pregnant couples called "Naked Birthing." And it's exactly what it sounds like. Women giving birth while naked. What's sexy about that? Answer: Your husband getting naked too so that you feel comfortable...? I understand natural birth, but au naturel birth? That might be too much.
What? Do you think that the baby's going to feel weird with all these people with clothes on? Are you trying to reduce the level of shame? It's not like that dream you have where you show up to school naked and everyone else is wearing clothes. In my own similar dreams, I'm usually just pantsless. Never fully naked. Maybe I'm self-conscious of my pec development even in REM. More therapy on that matter soon.
The way it was described to me is that the father also wants to share in the experience and lay the baby on his bare chest. I guess straight Dad's aren't ashamed of their pec development. What kind of crazy bullshit is this? And what do the doctor's think? And what does this have to do with baby development? I kind of get the birth underwater because it makes the transition from womb to world a bit easier. But this makes no sense.
Then again, I'm gay. I could probably be naked doing just about anything else other than giving birth. Which I can't do anyways. Along with getting married. Another post for another time. :)
My friend Marc was telling me yesterday that he heard about this phenomenon among pregnant couples called "Naked Birthing." And it's exactly what it sounds like. Women giving birth while naked. What's sexy about that? Answer: Your husband getting naked too so that you feel comfortable...? I understand natural birth, but au naturel birth? That might be too much.
What? Do you think that the baby's going to feel weird with all these people with clothes on? Are you trying to reduce the level of shame? It's not like that dream you have where you show up to school naked and everyone else is wearing clothes. In my own similar dreams, I'm usually just pantsless. Never fully naked. Maybe I'm self-conscious of my pec development even in REM. More therapy on that matter soon.
The way it was described to me is that the father also wants to share in the experience and lay the baby on his bare chest. I guess straight Dad's aren't ashamed of their pec development. What kind of crazy bullshit is this? And what do the doctor's think? And what does this have to do with baby development? I kind of get the birth underwater because it makes the transition from womb to world a bit easier. But this makes no sense.
Then again, I'm gay. I could probably be naked doing just about anything else other than giving birth. Which I can't do anyways. Along with getting married. Another post for another time. :)
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
What's More Boring Than...
Talking about theatre?
Nothing.
And I'm what you could call a contemporary American Playwright. I'm so contemporary, that I'm not even all that well produced. I am so up-and-coming that I've barely gotten up.
I'm a theatre geek. Self-professed. I love talking about Tony Kushner and I love staying home with my Albee anthology from 1966-77. I even have stupid, for me only geek references to Albee, Caryl Churchill and Wendy Wasserstein in the new pilot I'm writing. I'm heading to the Humana Festival at the end of the month where I'm going to gush, ridiculously about dramaturgy over bourbon flights. I'm not saying I'm the BIGGEST theatre geek. I would never say that. Heavens, no.
But even I get annoyed with pointless articles that are written like:
"Playwrights Migrate to TV" (Wall Street Journal)
"The Most Important Plays Ever" (or something ridiculous like that from Denver Post)
"The Female Playwrights Taking British Theatre by Storm" (Telegraph/UK)
And there was some TCG bullshit article talking about theatre development of new plays, etc. It's bullshit because it seems like theatres are making themselves obsolete. And you can't just put a facebook reference or add a podcast to your website to make yourself relevant. It's kind of old news and who cares about who's not writing for theatre. Stop with the articles, start with the finding new exciting ways for people to see theatre.
Talking about the traditional model of regional and off-Broadway theatres is old and tired. Let's find new ways to get plays done. And that can be done on the cheap. And it's not about a You Tube video, because that's old and tired too.
Bitching about tired articles about tired ways of producing theatre is tired.
Nothing.
And I'm what you could call a contemporary American Playwright. I'm so contemporary, that I'm not even all that well produced. I am so up-and-coming that I've barely gotten up.
I'm a theatre geek. Self-professed. I love talking about Tony Kushner and I love staying home with my Albee anthology from 1966-77. I even have stupid, for me only geek references to Albee, Caryl Churchill and Wendy Wasserstein in the new pilot I'm writing. I'm heading to the Humana Festival at the end of the month where I'm going to gush, ridiculously about dramaturgy over bourbon flights. I'm not saying I'm the BIGGEST theatre geek. I would never say that. Heavens, no.
But even I get annoyed with pointless articles that are written like:
"Playwrights Migrate to TV" (Wall Street Journal)
"The Most Important Plays Ever" (or something ridiculous like that from Denver Post)
"The Female Playwrights Taking British Theatre by Storm" (Telegraph/UK)
And there was some TCG bullshit article talking about theatre development of new plays, etc. It's bullshit because it seems like theatres are making themselves obsolete. And you can't just put a facebook reference or add a podcast to your website to make yourself relevant. It's kind of old news and who cares about who's not writing for theatre. Stop with the articles, start with the finding new exciting ways for people to see theatre.
Talking about the traditional model of regional and off-Broadway theatres is old and tired. Let's find new ways to get plays done. And that can be done on the cheap. And it's not about a You Tube video, because that's old and tired too.
Bitching about tired articles about tired ways of producing theatre is tired.
Hot Nude Yoga: The Return - Week 2 of 4
DISCLAIMER: This series, HOT NUDE YOGA THE RETURN is intended for mature audiences and people who are not related to me or my boyfriend. :)
So it's Week Two and I'm actually really into this workshop at this point. My energy is different. I'm not getting tired throughout the day. My energy is very even and I've got an abundance of it. Wow, didn't realize that a few tugs on the balls and some breathing could do that. But I guess that's the point of this workshop: education.
So I get in, take my clothes off, say hello to Bill, my floormate who has his mat next to me and get ready for some...
PENIS REFLEXOLOGY.
What? Flash forward twenty minutes and now we're all standing up and doing penis reflexology. It's like regular reflexology, but instead of the foot...so the philosophy is that there are pressure points that respond to parts of the body that can be reached when massaging the penis.
We were instructed to put our thumbs on top of the shaft of the "sex organ" (I'm still laughing at some of the terminology...yes, I'm ten) and to move the thumbs up and down the length...my mind goes blank.
Uh...are we masturbating?
I look around. Yep. Across the room, there's a tall blond, swimmer's build guy. Arthur. I only remember his name over a month later because he's got the distinction of being the first guy I've seen in my Hot Nude Yoga practice where I'm like "hubba hubba." But I'm determined to not let that interfere with my Tantric Yoga and Sexual Kung Fu practice. So back to my penis reflex--uh oh. Hot guy and penis reflexology feels a bit dirty. So I look at the short Mexican guy next to him. He looks like he could be an uncle.
Back to Arthur.
The reflexology is supposed to be a lengthening exercise. Yesterday, I was on the internet and happened upon a technique called Jelqing, which is supposed to be another lengthening technique that doesn't involve pumps or meds. Anyway, for more info on that Google "jelqing." Fascinating. So in the interest of making my boyfriend happy, I've been practicing a lot of reflexology since the workshop: education.
Before getting to the partner work, I should mention that Dana said something at the top of class that he's never said before:
"Just because you're rubbing someone's butt, doesn't mean you can touch their asshole. And just because you're rubbing their inner thigh, doesn't mean you can grab their dick."
What? Did we have an asshole/dick incident last week? We've never had a warning before. So I started out class a little shameful, which had evaporated by the time I got to reflexology. So we're doing our normal partner coda and I'm paired up with a really sweet older guy and we have a great partner session. But then Loren offers some alternatives that involve rubbing the sex organ against someone's butt. We're not told to actually DO these exercises, but that's just information for at home practice with our lovers. A bit contradictory to the whole, don't stick your chocolate in someone's peanut butter conversation at the top of class.
Aside from that, another good class. Actually because of all of that, another good class. Just another mindful week of serious nude yoga practice.
So it's Week Two and I'm actually really into this workshop at this point. My energy is different. I'm not getting tired throughout the day. My energy is very even and I've got an abundance of it. Wow, didn't realize that a few tugs on the balls and some breathing could do that. But I guess that's the point of this workshop: education.
So I get in, take my clothes off, say hello to Bill, my floormate who has his mat next to me and get ready for some...
PENIS REFLEXOLOGY.
What? Flash forward twenty minutes and now we're all standing up and doing penis reflexology. It's like regular reflexology, but instead of the foot...so the philosophy is that there are pressure points that respond to parts of the body that can be reached when massaging the penis.
We were instructed to put our thumbs on top of the shaft of the "sex organ" (I'm still laughing at some of the terminology...yes, I'm ten) and to move the thumbs up and down the length...my mind goes blank.
Uh...are we masturbating?
I look around. Yep. Across the room, there's a tall blond, swimmer's build guy. Arthur. I only remember his name over a month later because he's got the distinction of being the first guy I've seen in my Hot Nude Yoga practice where I'm like "hubba hubba." But I'm determined to not let that interfere with my Tantric Yoga and Sexual Kung Fu practice. So back to my penis reflex--uh oh. Hot guy and penis reflexology feels a bit dirty. So I look at the short Mexican guy next to him. He looks like he could be an uncle.
Back to Arthur.
The reflexology is supposed to be a lengthening exercise. Yesterday, I was on the internet and happened upon a technique called Jelqing, which is supposed to be another lengthening technique that doesn't involve pumps or meds. Anyway, for more info on that Google "jelqing." Fascinating. So in the interest of making my boyfriend happy, I've been practicing a lot of reflexology since the workshop: education.
Before getting to the partner work, I should mention that Dana said something at the top of class that he's never said before:
"Just because you're rubbing someone's butt, doesn't mean you can touch their asshole. And just because you're rubbing their inner thigh, doesn't mean you can grab their dick."
What? Did we have an asshole/dick incident last week? We've never had a warning before. So I started out class a little shameful, which had evaporated by the time I got to reflexology. So we're doing our normal partner coda and I'm paired up with a really sweet older guy and we have a great partner session. But then Loren offers some alternatives that involve rubbing the sex organ against someone's butt. We're not told to actually DO these exercises, but that's just information for at home practice with our lovers. A bit contradictory to the whole, don't stick your chocolate in someone's peanut butter conversation at the top of class.
Aside from that, another good class. Actually because of all of that, another good class. Just another mindful week of serious nude yoga practice.
Monday, March 1, 2010
My 10 Minute Play is Being Produced
It's funny because I do love validation. But when I put on Facebook that my 10-minute play was being produced by a theatre in San Diego, I got really shy. Like, "Oh, it's no big deal. It's just a 10-minute play. Oh, whatever." What the fuck is wrong with me? If I can't enjoy my success, I'm going to have a pretty miserable life because I intend on being very successful. :)
It just reminds me to focus on removing the negative from my life. I say things that I don't think are negative because I've said them to myself my whole life. I have a 10 minute play that's being produced. Yippee! That's awesome. Period.
God, sometimes I can be such an idiot. And my friends are happy for me and have Facebooked about it. That's sweet.
So for the record, I'm excited. I think it's just the first of many great professional things to happen this year. Now back to writing and pausing "Kell on Earth" in order to write some more. I will be blogging about "Kell on Earth" soon, as well as the Modern Family panel I went to. I've got lots to blog about. I can't wait!
I need a foot rub.
It just reminds me to focus on removing the negative from my life. I say things that I don't think are negative because I've said them to myself my whole life. I have a 10 minute play that's being produced. Yippee! That's awesome. Period.
God, sometimes I can be such an idiot. And my friends are happy for me and have Facebooked about it. That's sweet.
So for the record, I'm excited. I think it's just the first of many great professional things to happen this year. Now back to writing and pausing "Kell on Earth" in order to write some more. I will be blogging about "Kell on Earth" soon, as well as the Modern Family panel I went to. I've got lots to blog about. I can't wait!
I need a foot rub.
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