Putting My Gym Membership to Very Good Use Indeed

In January, I quit smoking and started a pretty intense exercise routine to prepare for my NYC tri.

In addition to all the swimming, biking and running that I am doing, I take a weekly yoga class. I really enjoy yoga. Besides the fact that it quiets my mind, it makes me more flexible and I feel so much stronger after an hour of downward dogs and warrior poses. The best benefit of all this working out, especially the yoga, is that it makes sex WAY more interesting…being more flexible and all ;)

Today, she had us roll into a shoulder stand. I hadn’t done a shoulder stand in years, and was pretty impressed at how long I could stay in the pose, which isn’t the easiest to do.






As I was in my shoulder stand, I started to think about the other ways I could integrate the shoulder stand into my everyday life. One in particular stood out, and let me just say I am really excited to try it out later on tonight.


Namaste, and YEEHAW.

Apparently, the Summers Eve Isn't Working

After a huge binge purchase of bulk Easter candy at Eckards in Union Square--Robins Eggs, peppermint patties, and Cadbury Creme Eggs, if you MUST know--I bolted for the 4 train so I could get to my swim class in park slope. As always, Union Square was bustling with activity and people yelling, which I always seem to avoid without incident.

Not tonight, apparently.

A guy standing outside the subway stop was yelling out "Do you like rap? Do you like reggae?"

My answer to that would be no, and no. But I don't talk to strangers. And I was in a hurry.

Instead of targeting the next innocent bystander, he decided to go all apeshit on my ass.

"Racism will come back and get you" he pointed a finger at me {he was a black man}

{I guess ignoring strange men on the street who are yelling in my face means that I hate people of color?}

"Your life must be hell," he continued.

{Yes, I'm a miserable bitch. Thanks for noticing.}

"Your pussy must smell like..."

Whoa whoa whoa now. Why you gotta bring up the pussy? I mean, seriously dude, what did my pussy ever do to you?

I'm not really sure what he was going to say it smelled like, as I was halfway down the stairs at that point. And honestly, he was probably right. It had been a long day. I'd been to the gym. I needed a fucking shower. My vaginal area wasn't at its finest, I imagine.

Kudos to the misogynist for being so observant.

I guess I'll take my racist, rancid cunt to bed now.