Yoga Me Sexy

Sexy Metta

Posted by on Jun 21, 2012

I knew this would happen some day. I’d be scheduled to show up as an erotica writer and my Cancer crab would show up instead, the part of me that needs to crawl into my shell and hide, claws waiting to pinch anyone who gets too close. But I couldn’t retreat into my shell last weekend.  I had signed up to read my yogic self-pleasuring essay at the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival. So the inner dialogue last week looked a little like this: The Crab: I can’t think of anything worse than stepping up on a stage and showing myself like that. I’m not going. The Erotica Writer: Don’t do this to me. The...

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Yoga Me Sexy

Posted by on Mar 21, 2012

Yoga is officially sexy. I had two articles forwarded to me last month. They both were about yoga.  They both mentioned sex. Because the two are as intertwined as your arms and legs in Eagle Pose. I’ve attached the links below for your reading pleasure, but I’ll go ahead and extract some of the juicy parts for you. The first link is from an NPR Fresh Air show featuring William J. Broad the author of the recently published book “The Science of Yoga: The Risks and Rewards.”  There’s lots of great information in the story, but of course I honed in on this quote from Broad about yoga...

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Morning Stretch

Posted by on Nov 20, 2011

Alarms clocks are so not sexy.   Especially at 5:30 am on a Monday. I resist the urge to pull on some cotton Hanes and faded sweats to match my mood. I do it for the blog. I open my top drawer and go for the lace. I dig around until I find some curve-hugging yoga pants and an old favorite party shirt that has been relegated to sexy lounge wear status. It’s velvety, blue and still has some breast clinging capacity. When I stumble into the kitchen, my man has his coffee dripping and my green tea steeping.  We carry them out on the front porch to wake up with the sky. The morning air is sweet...

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