Nude Church – First, a note from Felicity of FKK: The countdown starts only 14 days until Nude Year’s Eve! It is that crazy time of year again.. “the vacations.” December is the kind of month where you blink and then it is January, fresh with colder temps and the awareness that you just thought about what your Awesome Year’s resolutions could be. Well we have one suggestion for you already: be naked more often. Don’t forget you have a body there under all those winter layers, crying out for some air and admiration! ;) The best part is, you can begin this resolution at the minute the clock strikes midnight with us on December 31st, for Naked Year’s Eve! Get your tix here

To appease your unbridled anticipation of this nude event, I’ll be featuring guest websites over the next few days from our Nude Year’s Eve patrons! In their own words they’ll talk about what they do nude (a assortment of stuff) and how they are involved with NYE 2012.
To begin, here is a personal and thoughtful post from Isis Phoenix Sexual Shaman.
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“I have been perusing my computer today, looking through old photo shoots of when I first started Naked Yoga and dared to bare my asana on high rise buildings, on Gunnison Beach, on a third story roof in the meat-packing district, nudist video clips in the name of independence, celebration and love. As I sifted through more than three years of old pictures, I was shocked at my really visceral response to them. Some quite literally took my breath away. At some point I recall being terrified to take a look at photographs of myself practicing yoga nude, and so I hid them deep in the belly of the hard drive on my computer. But now, something made me appear and when I did, I saw such unmistakable beauty present in this practice that I had been formerly unavailable to completely observe.
Naked yoga has been among the most amazing and self- http://nudistsplace.com/first-time-nudist-stories/when-i-was-16-i-went-alone-to-the-lake-and-bathed-alone-naked/ of my life. As a girl who holds space for this practice, naked yoga, more than anything else, has helped me in going beyond the body-image bullshit’ that has collected throughout my life. This practice drops me into one-ness with my body, releasing the bully of the mind the and the judgment of the ego. The naked yoga practice has been a constant in my life for the past three and a half years, a flowering perennial that continues to blossom, keep up and resurrect itself each year. Of course when I brought my movement to NYC, I was convinced I was the first to trail blaze this move. But sadly, I am reminded there’s no original work, as there were already several naked yoga circles going in NYC. One was a men’s group called Hot Nude Yoga in Chelsea that catered to chiefly homosexual and bisexual guys. Another was located in Brooklyn, male run and male attended, but enabled girls. And then there was a group already led by a girl named Britt McMurray who had taken over naked yoga classes from a girl named Wendy Tremaine. I collaborated with Britt for a brief time until she left, and then started Phoenix Temple shortly after to hold continuing courses for Nude Yoga. Out of the Phoenix Temple a strong group of girls began to teach naked yoga. After a number of years I passed the torch on teaching group naked yoga courses, but continue to offer private sessions for those interested in exploring and incorporating their life-changing practice into their lives. A cherished co-worker and friend of mine who attended the first women-only naked yoga class I taught at the Phoenix Temple now has her own naked yoga movement that I am quite proud to support ( http://nakedspirityoga.wordpress.com/ ).
As far as being naked in practice, not only has adopting my body unconditionally helped fix my own shame, but it is made me more at ease in the world. I find there are so many more layers I have to work through when I attend a clothed yoga course not just layers of clothing but also of karma keeping me different from the expertise, the group and the yoga.
This practice has been so dear to me and the press has been approaching and also, astonishingly full of grace. I’m amazed at how this practice transforms lives. Within the last five years, there’s been a stunning lack of ill-intentioned folks showing up to practice naked yoga. Most are earnest, nervous, with a desire and longing to continue to unravel their own social shame of conditioning. They’re looking for a moment of hush and freedom in the galloping pace of Fresh York City. Each time, I feel myself go into contraction around a pose in course, thinking, Oh my god, my butt is in the air, and I believe I ‘ve a hemorrhoid from this cleanse I Have been doing’ I Breathe, Release and Surrender. Ahhh. This practice has been my lifeblood. It’s always expanding, changing, and growing and I love it.

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