Fishnet dress

Tee hee hee.

I did something REALLY ridiculous.

I mean, not as ridiculous as wearing a snowsuit to a tanning salon, but something nevertheless quite silly.

I bought a fishnet dress.

WTF am I going to do with a FISHNET DRESS?!

Why WEAR IT AT BURNING MAN, of course!

I figure I’ll layer it over one of my black bathing suits and call it a day.

It’s stylish AND air-conditioned.

You know, the older I get, the less fucks I give about what other people think of my body.

It’s funny.

My whole life I tried to HIDE every dimple, flaw, and jiggle on my body.

It’s only now that I’m older that I realize that most people REALLY DON’T CARE.

To quote Dr. Seuss:

My personal theory about nudity, especially in the communities I circulate in, is that most people actually LIKE it.

We LIKE looking at naked and scantily clad bodies.

It’s fun to see all the body diversity that’s out there.

And I’ll tell you this – I’ve learned that EVERYONE (except for Elle Macpherson) has flaws and that flaws make us beautiful.

So yes, I will wear my fishnet dress with pride.

No, I will not be wearing it with a bikini bottom and rainbow pasties.

I’m bold.

But I’m not THAT bold.

Outside my comfort zone

I am a big believer in the saying “Amazing things rarely happen in your comfort zone.”  I’ve spent the better part of 10 years  stepping outside my comfort zone with wonderful results – I’ve flown airplanes, I’ve gone skydiving, I’ve rafted Class IV-V rapids with strangers, I’ve gone to naked spas, I’ve meet fascinating people with alternative views on life, I’ve kayaked in the Pacific ocean, I’ve whale watched, I’ve crawled through caves with holes a regulation basketball wouldn’t fit through.  And I’ve enjoyed it all (except for the cave crawl which I WOULD NEVER DO AGAIN).

But the one thing that strikes fear in me, that I really don’t want to do but think I probably should, is wear a strapless minidress and go out in public.  Yes, nothing scares me more.  I would rather get in the water with a great white shark than don a mini skirt and go out in public.

Of course, this has everything to do with my insecurities about my legs.  So in usual fashion I’ve gone online to find similar examples of “thick legs” and I’ve posted them here.  I actually like them.  I should look at them everyday (instead of pictures of Kate Moss and other lollipop supermodels) and see if I don’t feel better about my own body.  So here you go…. my “thick leg” photo collage.


I’m beginning to realize that as we get older, our bodies will start to fail us. It’s an inevitable part of the aging process. And do I want to spend the time I have left fighting with my body or loving it?! I think loving it is the better option.

Love curvy bodies? Care to comment?

Does yoga turn you on?

0d2e8a16c8759835ef18b3f4e7e67a84Does yoga turn you on?

I don’t know why but for years now I get turned on during yoga classes.  There’s something about manipulating my body into difficult positions while listening to a room full of people breathe deeply, slowly and loudly that just does something for me.

My sister says my root chakra is stimulated by yoga.  That could explain why I want to go home after class and do naked yoga with the sexy guy from my yoga class.

But there could be more to it than that.  Yoga helps us relax and when we’re relaxed and unstressed, we’re more likely to see our libido surge.  And yoga also helps by improving your mood which in turn makes sex more appealing.  Yoga also increases blood circulation in the pelvis (like natural Viagra).  So there are a multitude of scientific reasons why I get turned on by yoga.

All those reasons may be well and good, but there’s something about a heaving room, my sweaty body, and my stretched muscles that just screams “Get some!” to me.

I may have to see what I can do about it.