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.
Friday, March 5, 2010
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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