during my yoga teacher training i’ve opened my eyes, jupiter-wide, to the different styles of teachers out there {not just yoga}. i’ve observed at various studios and gyms where i take classes and i have witnessed the vast differences in carriage and care...
good morning to you m’loves, have you recovered from a night of treats and tricks? last night mr. goodbar and i went tantric. which means i’ll now be working the trapeze silhouette all damn week. typically november is one of my favorite months. it, at...
halloween’s a stirring. our hood is alive with the spook: pumpkins guard the stoops, skeletons sway on second stories, and the smell of fog machines, misting out their gloomy soup, permeate the air as the final dress rehearsals are run on houses haunted. we do...
here are some random bubbles, fizzing up and around my already fermented brain: last night in yoga training we learned an adjustment which involved clutching the fleshy part of a student’s inner thigh, and then giving them sweet nirvana with a deep, hip stretch....
