I happen to like Mondays. The new things I do on that particular night often develop into a habit. False time delineations and human nature conditions the majority to relax on a Monday. For the weekend-centric that usually means a quiet night at home. For me, it means finding like-minded people to spend time with in public. It’s my favorite night for a yoga class when I can find it.  Inevitably, the place I end up never has a line and is always low key.

I’m an introvert so some of my most comfortable time is spent with no one. That doesn’t mean I want to be alone. I crave shared space with someone I know has my back. I’m not there to provide a show. The point of what I do isn’t to perform but to share. The things I choose to do are constantly evolving.  I’ve always had a fascination with naked yoga.  I believe I’m beautiful and doing yoga in the nude feels great. If other people find it erotic I am pleased to bring them pleasure.

The open play parties at CSPC are like metaphysical pot luck. At first glance most regular members are invested in the equipment.  It only takes one weekly event to make $60/year sound affordable. If you ask me, there are plenty of people invested in the laundry service alone. As a neatnik that makes a mess when coming, keeping up with the laundry is a real concern at home. I might do some volunteer laundry shifts to balance my karma.

Tonight I witnessed various suspensions, sensation play and bondage scenes.  Different voices joining across the room in fits of pleasure and pain.  A blindfolded woman discovered her 50 shades of grey while another was tied into a fetal position and lightly spanked.  Complex rope patterns strapping people to the ceiling, one voice burbles giggles and playful screams while the other is trapped in a guttural moan punctuated with grunts.  All sounds of ecstasy experienced at different volumes.

The thing is, I’m not a voyeur.  I’m willing to let someone string me up because I want to know what it feels like.  I may be groaning with pleasure at that point, who knows.  When I get the chance, I’ll try it.  Until then, I think my time is best spent doing yoga in a public space with no clothes.  I can’t exactly say why but I believe it will help me gain confidence in my practice.  Maybe I can get some yoga rope and demonstrate a few suspension techniques of my own?

As it stands, don’t come to a Monday night alone.  Not a crowd of people excited to welcome newcomers.  Great date night if you’re a member.  Plenty of space to do most things in a low pressure environment.  I will probably stop by from time to time.  For example, next week I want to try out the swing in the back.  On Mondays I’ll just make sure to bring someone to play with…  and a yoga mat.