Are you ready to take the p-ssy challenge? OYoga was a fun workout for our bodies and our inner goddesses. By Kimberly M. Aquil...
Are you ready to take the p-ssy challenge?
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| OYoga was a fun workout for our bodies and our inner goddesses. |
By Kimberly M. Aquilina, Metro
Sex is sometimes (OK, usually) the only exercise I get, so that whole
“Oh, boy! I can’t even walk,” sensation pretty much is a given. It’s
going to happen. Sorry to burst egos, but it’s not you. It’s me. And my
atrophied muscles.
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that’s where babies are birthed from. But OYoga focuses on not just the
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feeling like a sexy goddess and orgasms.
The fine folks at Dame,
a sex toy business focused on empowering women and that inviting that
big O, invited me to take a group OYoga class with lead trainer and sex
and intimacy coach Tatiana Dellepiane.
Unfortunately, at the time I was having a bit of a hiccup in the
mental health department and depression was trying to take the Iron
Throne (spoiler: I won), so I was not feeling the sexy and I was not in a
chill mood. Tatiana was so positive and soothing, it was hard to not
feel better after the class. I mean, yoga to Beyoncé’s Drunk in Love?
F-ck yeah. Yoga while whipping your hair around, crawling on the floor
and running your hands all over your body. No doubt.
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If you’re thinking, “Oh, my mom and I love to do yoga!” remember this
is OYoga. It’s all about p-ssy power. Yes, own the “P” word and be body
positive, Tatiana encouraged us.
OYoga worked those muscles and then some. Tatiana reminded us that
there is no shame in feeling pleasurable sensations while we tucked and
tightened. She said it was OK to get wet.
The only wet I felt was sweat and the only sensations I had were when
my legs were shaking because my muscles were like, “We’re doing what
now?” but again, out of shape + depression = grumpy Kimmy.
There was a mix of moves you could do on your own, with a partner or
seriously to tone your muscles. We weren't sitting in a circle doing
Kegels. We were doing yoga, albeit "namaste-ing" in a very sexy way.
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Looking back, it had to be funny for anyone walking in the hallway
outside of the class. At one point, there were 20-30 women thrusting up
to a kneel while yelling, “Yes! Yes!” At the end of the class, a low,
rumbly, seductive “mmmmmmmm” emanated from the class.
And the coolest thing was no one was judging. Legit, everyone was
having the time of their lives getting into it and connecting with
themselves that we each were our own beacon of positivity unified in the
room to make a p-ussy powered light. No one looked at you if you felt
embarrassed because all the women in the class were doing their thang.
If you aren’t sure you want to bring your bad self to a class with
other women, that’s OK. You can drop it low and dip it up slow
yogi-style with a free 30-day experience at bit.ly/pussychallenge.
Since that class, I’m feeling better. I even went to the gym (once)
and I'm ready to coax out my inner Namaste Beyoncé. For those of us who
aren't comfortable with our bodies, or get beaten up by depression or
think we aren't sexy, just remember: Todos somos Beyoncé (We're all Beyoncé).
That's p-ssy power.
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