
I did yoga naked, you guys. It was not in the privacy of my own home. It was a class full of people, doing yoga naked. This is a real thing that people do.
I discovered naked yoga in the same way I find out about everything else; it's all just part of my fabulous West Hollywood lifestyle, so whatever. I know things and people who do things. Trendy shit.
Naked Yoga is a growing trend among many communities, gay dudes who want to check out other naked dudes being at the forefront. The idea was interesting, because I like nude dudes. After a little research, I found out it was totally serious and not code for some kind of gang bang. As I tend to do yoga at home wearing next to nothing, the idea made sense but I never really got into a group or invested any time in an actual class.
Then I met this really hot naked yoga instructor. Naturally he invited me to join his class because I had already told him I was into yoga. Yes I know your first question and yes we eventually did sexy times. But that was not the point of this exchange and even if he did want to see me naked, in class it was a totally different story and everybody was all serious and stuff.
Well, as serious as a homo can be in a room full of naked men.
After the invitation, I joined the group and even bought a mat for my first class experience (at home I'd been using a large, padded fold out mat so it was really time to get a better mat anyways). Though I had no idea what to anticipate, I certainly knew I would be the new guy and not know anybody there.
I really think that's why I did it. Talk about shedding your inhibitions. That's like, truly being exposed. If you can carry your head high and smile and be personable in a room full of naked strangers, you've got fucking balls.
Speaking of balls, for the most part naked yoga class is not hot. There is no sexual rise going on because the poses are horribly unflattering -- especially to the person behind you. This eventuality did not occur to me prior to class. Also, most of the time one has to be far too focused on balance to even consider an erection. I mean that's just not happening when every muscle in your body is trying to hold you in place so you don't flop over and sprawl out on the floor like a damn fool.
When class ended, everybody got dressed and left, muttering pleasantries and whispered goodbyes like a cheap trick after a one night stand.

Back outside in the real world, fully clothed, a somewhat surreal feeling washed over me as I left my first (though perhaps not last) naked yoga experience.