Naked Renaissance

Once upon a time long ago and far away I mused on the topic of naked yoga. Many people found the idea of this purely ludicrous, but mostly, people just thought it was hilarious. Everyone just loves to laugh at misery and awkward hilarity of others. Don’t worry, it’s not just you. How many times have we all doubled over laughing watching a crotch shot on America’s Funniest Home Videos? You know it’s not the calculated wit of Bob Saget.

Well, get ready for fun everyone, because Naked Yoga is back! I really have no reason to keep putting it off at this point.

Within the wonders of the NYC Yoga Pass Book lies the offer of reconciliation and rebirth for the concept of me in the world of naked yoga.

Now, don’t go calling this a resolution or anything, because I’ve been planning on this naked yoga thing since at least September when it was just a hilarious joke.

I’m going to call, and I’m going to go. Maybe, however, it would be more pleasant for everyone if I waited until tan season…you know? No ashy elbows and knees? No crocodile skin? Ok, ok. Excuses, excuses…I know.

Er, well, um. Happy new year everyone. Here’s to a new year where things are, well, exposed for what they really are. Where the naked truth is sublimely obvious…to having everything stripped into the simplest of terms.

[Image via: Hungarian Museums]