‘Naked in Motion‘ is a group of a few yogis in New York City and Boston with a great mission “to create spaces where all people can experience the freedom and empowerment of clothes-free movement without worrying about their safety”, and they have been making lots of buzz in press! So much in fact, that it’s hard to believe they are only two years old. This is particularly encouraging, given that many naturist events and organizations in NYC have recently disappeared, e.g., body-painting dance parties, Zensual yoga, Vita Nuda gatherings and sudden departure of YNA (I certainly miss their Nude Year’s Eve parties).
So, I finally made it to visit ‘Naked in Motion‘ – for their birthday class last Saturday (which only makes more sense to celebrate in birthday suits). The class was led by the founder – Willow and she made sure it was a safe and comfortable experience for all. Before the class, she read ‘Community Rules’ (which also came in the confirmation email). Frankly, I am not a fan of rules, but I may be just used to being in the naturist environment, where there is usually no need for such rules to be told explicitly – I heard from other newcomers that they appreciated this approach. The major part of the rules ensures that the environment is non-sexual and body-positive, and a subset is aimed to women and transgender people in particular, as they may have additional hurdles on their way to feeling comfortable in their own skin. Continued…Read full original article…
Believe it or not, the first thing you notice is the heat.
In the corner of a dance studio on the third floor of an undisclosed location, I lean against a piano and loosen my belt while wiping the sweat gathering on my forehead. Soon I am naked, about to take my first-ever yoga class—garbed or otherwise—with the dozen or so lads of Naked Yoga for Men, a Cambridge-based group that has practiced yoga au naturel for the last 15 years. Continued…Read full original article…
Soma had been chronically depressed since the time he’d graduated from Bethel College in the late 1970s. The next couple decades he recalls “not doing much.”
By 1990, he’d been prescribed “tons and tons of medication” for anxiety and depression, leaving him in a drugged haze. At night he couldn’t sleep, and aimlessly wandered the streets of the Phillips neighborhood of Minneapolis. One night he got mugged. Another time he found a murdered woman’s body.
Then one day Soma passed out on the floor of his apartment, lying unconscious for hours. A neurologist determined he was suffering from something called “serotonin syndrome,” brought on by taking several times the normal dose of Prozac, among other drugs.