Naked yoga is a hot new trend, at least among trendy folks in trendy parts of the US. At least that’s the word on the street.
In my never-ending quest to be part of the trendy crowd, I decided to go straight from No-Yoga and jump right into Naked Yoga.
Sure, I could have at least tried out a couple of the more traditional classes where your fellow peeps have their naughty bits covered; but fuck the middle man, I decided to go balls out.
You may have many questions, such as:
Why would anyone choose to do Naked Yoga?
Is “Naked Yoga” just code for an ORGY?
When do you strip down?
Do the Gospel Pipes and Winnebagos just flop around everywhere?
Should you make an anal bleaching appointment before your first class?
Fear not, for I had these questions and more, and attended several Naked Yoga classes from two different studios to find out.
I was a dedicated practitioner and advocate of Jnana Yoga for more than a couple of decades.
I also masturbate a lot. At least more than the reported national average… but who actually admits truthfully how often they flog the dolphin.
In this post I’m going to explore the concept of Jnana Yoga being “spiritual” intellectual masturbation.
The Jnana Yoga path is that of knowledge or wisdom. I want to be clear that what I’m doing know, writing this blog post, or anytime that I think or talk about any of these “spiritual” topics, I’m essentially practicing Jnana Yoga.
So this blog is nothing but a Jnana circle jerk. Everyone is welcome, no judgments.
Some teachers attempt to make it clear that Jnana Yoga is not pursing intellectual knowledge, but rather knowledge of Unity or of Bhraman or Whatchamacallit (who remembers that candy bar?).
Doesn’t it feel good to think of God as “chocolatey”? Or is that just me?