Hot, nude yoga and locker room modesty
Is it possible to simultaneously love and hate your friends? Because I totally hate my good friend Ryan for living the nomad journalist’s life I would have once sold my heathen soul to have. Ryan’s been living it up in New York City the past few months as an intern with the Associated Press. He’s covered the Academy Awards, met tons of celebs and had his stories picked up by some of the largest news media outlets in the nation, but perhaps his most colorful story yet is one the WaPo ran this week: Hot, Nude Yoga. Yes, you read that right — nekkid yoga. As Ryan explains, the mostly male-only gatherings are becoming somewhat of a trend in the gay communities of Boston, San Franciso, Los Angeles, Chicago and even Salt Lake City. And while it is a form of sensualized, tantric yoga, enthusiasts insist that it’s more about physical fitness than it is about sex. Oh, yeah, and it’s also pretty awkward, says Ryan:
At the small class I attended, an undeniable sexual charge hung in the room, making the exercise at times painfully weird and embarrassing. Many nude yoga classes revolve around partnering positions, a series of postures that put two men within striking distance of the other’s privates.
…Even teachers of naked yoga, while railing against the suggestion that the class is tantamount to foreplay, can send mixed signals. When my class ended, I took aside the instructor, Jeffrey Duval, and asked how he got into naked yoga. Duval acknowledged he attended his first class because he thought it was about sex.
But his experience surpassed all his expectations.
“You’re shedding away your clothes, but you’re also shedding away insecurities and fear,” he said. “I can’t think of a more perfect way to practice.”
The undeniable sexual element may be one reason why naked yoga is such a boy’s club, but Isis Phoenix, who leads a co-ed nude yoga studio in NYC, says that men are often more comfortable with their bodies and showing them than are women. That makes sense — after all, women are conditioned from birth practically to be wary of our bodies, brainwashed into believing that that our bodies are like some unruly child in need of taming, shaping, whittling, carving, polishing, waxing and surgically reshaping. I asked Brandon if being naked around other men in the locker room was as uncomfortable for men as it seems to be for women and he just shrugged it off and said that it was no big deal (not that you’ll see him in naked yoga anytime soon, he adds). How about it, guys? Do menfolk prance around the locker room with appendages akimbo?
I have no problem parading around half-naked at home, but naked yoga? Ha! I don’t even feel comfortable changing around other women in the locker room at the gym. I have never understood the casual ease of the Locker Room Lady. You know the one: the perfectly-toned size-two with perfectly pert ta-tas who prefers to air dry lackadaisically while chatting up her red-faced locker room companions. In high school, I changed inside a bathroom stall and while I’m not nearly as prudish now, I’ve still mastered the fine contortionist art of quickly changing shirts while never fully taking off the first shirt and never fully unclothe in the company of others, my husband excluded. While I do still have hangups about my body and especially the loose skin from rapid weight loss, my awkwardness in undressing in public isn’t so much out of body shame as it is a general discomfort in being that physically intimate with near strangers. Maybe I’m just repressed, but something about communal displays of nudity just kind of weirds me out.
But I do have to wonder if perhaps Jeffrey Duval is on to something and that nakedness among your peers might not actually be something reaffirming. While I’m sure there are women who might revel in the flaws of others, showing our nakedness also exposes the Big Fat Lie of Hollywood and advertising. Women au naturale have cellulite, wrinkles and scars. Our boobs sag and our asses droop. We have poochy bellies, loose skin and stretch marks. Our bodies are not perfectly symmetrical and we have stubborn hairs in places we’d prefer not to. And yet instead of evaluating our appearance in comparison to women around us, instead we look to those images of actresses and models who’ve been airbrushed beyond recognition.
How about you? Are you an exhibitionist or do you prefer to keep your private parts under wraps? Would you be game for hot, naked yoga or do you prefer more discrete fitness activities?








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