Sheila's Blog

Jul. 29th, 2008

03:31 pm - Planet Hopping

Have you ever noticed that men who fly all the time are nicer than men who don't fly? Just seems that way. I think the key is rolling on a very heavy looking carry-on piece of luggage. Men appear from every direction to help you get it up into the overhead bin. Very cute. What can I say, I like men. And men who show off their muscles, as Popeye is apt to say, are even cuter. Could I get my very heavy carry-on bag up into the overhead bin on my own. Ah. Yeah...I do like to Cat Cow Roll a lot after all, but I'd rather watch them show off their man-ness in the world. Oh, yes, indeed.

I'm planet hopping again…in San Francisco at the vibrantly alive “S” studio in the Marina. The air is crisp and cool and the hills are calling out my curves. In class, the crazy of the city melts away with each breath, each hip circle, each waterfall of hair flowing over my face, and I hit that sublime high of my Erotic Creature heaven.

Bliss…

Jul. 22nd, 2008

02:02 pm - Strictly Business

I am sitting in a business meeting and there’s a man, Alex, talking about "G and P’s" and "A and L’s" and he’s spewing out all kinds of letters in business jargon shorthand as if I’m supposed to know what he’s talking about and I’m just about to lose my mind cause all I can think about is how his horizontally striped, red tie doesn’t go with his oversized blue suit. He’s a nice gentleman, I mean no disrespect it’s just, I don’t understand why he can’t speak descriptively about what he’s trying to say to me. What exactly is a "G" and an "A"? These linear thoughts need to be dressed up in some woman-speak to make the business world a whole lot more colorful and fun, fun, fun. The more that women assert their female perspectives into what has been a male-dominated world...well...what a wonderful world it will be. So, not trying to be rude, I said to the room of three women and five men, “Does anybody want to go in the studio, do some mean hip circles to loosen up, and come back to the presentation all refreshed?” They looked over at me as if I were crazy (I get that a lot), took a solid three-second beat, laughed a little and then went back to the hum drum of mindless, non-personality business speak. Ah ha, the gauntlet has been thrown down, we are on a mission now!

Jul. 15th, 2008

05:07 pm - Brain Massage

I have to let you in on a little secret I just discovered. Every time I have my period lately I’ve been getting these nasty headaches. You know the right behind the eyes kind of throbbing, kind of pinchy like all you want to do is get an intense neck massage to make it go away but then you do and it still won’t leave, kind of headache? The one and only solution to them, the only thing that will make them go away, and I’ve tried Tylenol, Advil, aspirin and Pamprin is a good old Brain Massage/Rocking Cat combo during the Moving Meditation. Ahhhhhh...my “S”...makes me smile yet again.

I’m supposed to read (audition - but I hate the word audition) for a character who works with a Micro-Expression Analyst Detective...yes, you read me correctly, take a second and reread. This is a guy who is so perceptive that he can read any and everyone’s body and facial expressions to tell whether they are lying or telling the truth, whether they are in love or just faking it, whether they are happy or sad but most importantly for the show, whether someone killed somebody or not. Hmmmmmm, interesting...and quite well written. I’ll let you know how it goes!

Jul. 7th, 2008

04:25 pm - There Will Be Blood

Saw the singularly most brilliant actor alive (other than my man), Daniel Day Lewis in There Will Be Blood a couple weeks ago. At first I didn't like the movie, immediately wanted to dismiss it with an, oh yeah, another guy flick, but a day later it was still hovering in the forefront of my mind. What was the movie about anyway? Why did the director even make it? Why waste the money...ohhh I was fighting it. Still couldn’t get it out of my head. Then a couple days later I woke up in the middle of the night like 3am-ish and realized, “It’s a movie about love!" The love of a hateful man for his son. A truly, deeply, passionate love.

All of a sudden the heart of the movie became so clear. But still there were so many unanswered questions. Why’d he hate the preacher kid so much? Why’d he do what he did at the end? (I won’t give it away for you fellow stragglers.) But why? Was it about the battle between Church and commerce. Religion and oil. Money and God, greed and faith. OMG, it isn’t many a movie that provokes such deep thinking days, even weeks after seeing it. No, no, this is an extraordinary film, masquerading as a guy flick, truly. Mr. DDLewis may I now kneel at your alter of talent? He is a god of characterization the likes of which comes by us maybe once every other generation. Do not miss him. If you have not yet, do see it. I will warn you that it is extremely graphic and disturbing, yet hauntingly touching. Lessons in love...

Jul. 3rd, 2008

04:16 pm - S-ing in the Music Lane

Music, ah, music is like a sweet life nectar for your body. Some time when you need to put your S-ness in perspective versus the world, give this a try. Take your mp3 player or CD player with a great pair of headphones on a you-date to a public place, a place where people are active doing what they do to get by: a park; the mall is a great one; train station; my personal fave, the airport. Find a comfortable place to sit and just watch and listen for ten minutes before turning on the music. Listen with your deeply S Factor-evolved sense of body wave listening skills. Watch the storm of humanity, the stress in peoples faces, the tension in their bodies, disconnected movement, emotions out of control, relationships...take it all in. But don’t let the river of crazy drag you in. Just when you can stand it no longer, whip out your trusty, fully charged aural nectar player, rock on those headphones and churn up your favorite S Factor tunes. And watch the world change. Feel your "S" bubble of feminine sensual power get buoyed up with waves of sound. Notice how all the faces you were watching before now become more alive, freer, easier when they have a soundtrack to accompany them...how each body moving through space tells a story. Some will put a huge smile on your face - becoming almost comical, tickling your funny bone. Some will touch you deeper and become a tale of epic love in your blissed-out imagination. Setting an S Factor soundtrack to every day life will make your time between classes just that much richer, and your place in this world just that much more crystal clear and poignant. Here’s to S-ing this week in the musical lane!

Jun. 13th, 2008

01:50 pm - The Cat

The cat that dragged my heart through the bushes. I hate my cat. No, I love my cat. No, I hate my cat. No, I love my cat. No, I hate my cat. No that’s not true I really do love him. But there’s this nagging on the verge of dislike brewing in my being these days. He pulled a real doozy this time. He left five days ago. Out the back door, scampered across the yard and dove paws first into the bushes. Gone. Now he’s done this before, he’s run outside for a couple of hours but he's always come humbly back (well, as humble as a cat can be, like, there was no tail between the legs or anything like that, just muddy paws). I noticed something different this time in his great escape, his gait, a determination, a little desire to break some rules (I know this well), to wreak some kind of shall I say revenge? You know, cause I saved him from an early death, nursed him back to health, fed him, gave him a home, loved him up, that horrible kind of unforgivable behavior.

Anyway, he didn’t come home that night or the next or the next - on the fourth day of his M.I.A.-ing Rue and I made a "Missing" poster. We traversed the neighborhood, knocked on doors, stopped kids on bikes - met people we’d never have met otherwise, it was kind of fun...but two hours of hunting, calling, cooing, urging - no, no Theodore and no one had seen him. We went home, dejected, showered, called out the window one last time - the kids left the window, they’d given up. I closed the door and started cleaning the kitchen. That’s when I heard it, a faint high-pitched trembling little mew. I turned toward the glass-paned door and there he was, Mr. Little Black and White. Looking all cool and like he’d been out in the world and through some intense stuff and please open the door now or I’ll go away again kind of look. He was skinnier than when he left and covered with soot. Obviously he hadn’t eaten at anyone else’s cat bowl. That fact made me strangely happy. I let him in the door and this is what really got me, he acted as if nothing at all had transpired over the past four days. As a matter of fact he mewed and cooed and pranced his little paws up my leg as if to say, "I love you so much more than you love me now feed me." Then he dive-bombed my legs with head butts and purred so loudly he almost drowned out the dishwasher. There’s only one other creature on the planet I know that could obliterate the reality of being so completely selfish, disappearing for four days without a word, worry his family sick and then show up out of nowhere smiling, purring, showering love on all as if nothing had ever happened. Yes, that would be the human male creature. What did I do then? I fed him.

May. 16th, 2008

11:36 am - Sigh...

I’ve been listening to some soulful Navajo flute music lately and it is saturating my brain into mind-numbing enervation. Help! Don’t get me wrong I loooooove this music it’s just that the same CD has been playing over and over for the past 24 days on my CD player at home. I gotta get some new sounds in my head quick. Give me some serious hardcore Fat Joe, wo-man. I need to feel the hard beat of life in the form of words and throb, in music against my skin. Oh, I know, I’ll just run over to the studio and take class!

What never ceases to amaze me is that every week I come to class and move my "S", I learn more about my Erotic Creature. Or maybe it’s more apt to say I learn more about my authentic self as a woman. It’s as though as I evolve in the outside world I also evolve in class getting to know this sensual, alive, curvy side of myself even more. Or wait, maybe it is the other way around, as I evolve further into my feminine body I grow more as a woman in the outside world. Yes, now that sounds more like it. I seem to have more patience, more compassion and empathy, more understanding of the intricacies of the dynamic between the him's and the her's in the world. I breathe deeper and smile more often. I feel an uncanny sense of my feminine power no matter where I go and that could only have come from...my woman being found. Sigh...smile...ahhhh...

Apr. 29th, 2008

05:55 pm - The Female Brain

I’ve just spent four miraculous hours with Louann Brizendine. Ahhh, I’m on a high. She just took an Intro Class that I taught. I love, love, love her book, The Female Brain. I literally can’t put it down. I read it on my couch, I read it in my bed, I read it in my car (when I’m waiting in carpool to pick up my kids), I read it in the bathtub, I read it while laying out on the green, green grass. I read it in my hammock. I read it on the plane, I read it in the train. I read this book just about everywhere I go. What Louann does so effortlessly for the female brain - celebrate it, love it, value it - S Factor does for the female body.

This woman is so tuned into women and the S factor journey and the journey of the female brain that it just sets me afire. She is a Harvard educated neurologist who just "gets" it. She gets that S Factor is all about empowering women with what is innately and "gloriously" feminine. Our brains and our bodies are one and they are completely us and they are different from the brains and bodies of men and thank God for that.

If you haven’t read the book yet, run, now, grab it from Barnes and Noble and indulge, baby!

Apr. 22nd, 2008

05:56 pm - Goodbye Juana

Oh, nooooo my co-parent is leaving me! The woman with whom I’ve raised my children for the past eight years is adieu, sayonara, arrivederci. What, oh, what is a working woman with two bambinos to do? Juana who has basically been my everything when it comes to helping me run my family/life is moving to Utah. I am floating lost, adrift on an empty sea of, "Oh no, what the hell am I going to do!". Inhale, close my eyes, release, exhale, gently shake my shoulders loose and roll my head. I will just have to hunt for another amazingly gifted, funny, charming, love of a woman to help me.

Change, change and more change. Could the change fairies be descending angelically on my shoulders and giving me the sign to go evolve, blossom, renew, reinvent myself as a woman, mother, wifey poo, working chick, human bean yet again? Here’s the crossroad that hits me weekly as a woman in this world. Choices. When change hits me upside the head, I choose to see it as encouragement to embrace the feisty titillation of the unknown instead of the dread of not knowing. We always have a choice right? Choose well because your choice is your reality. The woman or manny who may enter my life in Juana’s leaving might bring with them the thing that is supposed to come to me now...

Okay, dammit, bring it on!

Mar. 10th, 2008

04:52 pm - What's that song?

Does this ever happen to you? You’re in your car or at home with the radio swinging, you’re changing the stations checking out some new sounds and you come upon a song that just sends you to body heaven, spirit nirvana, like the song was just written for you? Then the song ends and the radio announcer doesn’t say what the name of the song was or who the artist was cause he/she probably said it before the song started when you weren’t listening and even if he/she did say it you had no paper or pen to write it down with?

That ever happen to you?

This particular phenomenon occurs in my life weekly and is slowly driving me mad. I feel like I forever lose these pieces of music that could be an integral part of my S Factor life. Soooooo...not to be outdone by the system, I have devised a method to sleuth my way into never letting this happen again. Number one: I will attach a pen to my person at all times via a rock-climbing clip. Two: The next time a body rocking/soul touching song comes on the radio I am going to look at the clock and I am going to write the radio station and the time, to the minute, that the song was playing. Then I am going to call the station, get their playlist for the day and find the song through their time log. I’m so excited beyond words. I feel like a big game, music hunter about to go out and get my biggest score, the song. I will let you know how she goes! Until then, beautiful S-ing to you all!

Current Mood:

excited

Mar. 4th, 2008

12:35 pm - Unreachable like Greta Garbo

Here’s what you never want to do, put your cell phone into the back pocket of your jeans as you’re walking into a public bathroom. Oh, don’t even ask. Okay, I’ll tell you. My cell phone drowned in the most unpleasant of circumstances and even though my right hand leapt into the...bowl...of the public toilet (ewwwww)...to save it, it was too late. My poor Blackberry choked a few times, flickered and then...sadly, turned off, never to turn on again. She is dead.

But wait...this means...

I am free! And what a strange feeling that is. No one can call me. Not even my kids. Or my man. Or anyone wanting to sell me something. Or my mother who is angry with my choice in Presidential candidates and wants to change my mind every 37 minutes. I am unreachable like Greta Garbo (only the cell phone version of her). I am going to take this next week and luxuriate in the fact that I am unencumbered, just like when I was a kid. I may even go hang upside down from a tree (when my leg is feeling a mite better that is).

I am going to think of you all in class this week. And in my dreams, I will slither and crawl and undulate and spin my body into a bliss she is so dearly craving.

Have at it my friends!

Feb. 26th, 2008

03:13 pm - Ouch

I am a total doofus. Please allow me to explain. I left you last week whilst driving north toward the mountains to snowboard for the first time in my life. Well, well, well, wouldn't you know it, I chickened out of boarding, fearing I would hurt my precious self, and opted for skiing instead. Now mind you, I've skied all of my life. I raced downhill in high school, gosh darn it! Just my luck, seems like I had a little --mishap. While hurtling down the mountain at around 30 mph, my left ski hit a piece of ice, my skis then split apart (oww) and I fell face first through my legs (ouch, again), onto my chest (yow) and flew down the rest of the run on my belly; arms and legs flailing behind me. In the middle of my fiasco down the hill, I felt the sharpest pain in my left thigh that I have ever felt in my life. Seems my right ski decided to attack my left leg for no apparent reason. I came to a spinning stop at the bottom of the run all piled up on top of myself in a heap. I was then carted off of the mountain by Joe, a really sweet, emergency toboggan skiing driver. Not kidding, that's his position, he's an Emergency Toboggan Skiing Driver. Hub-man, Mr. Cautious Skier (who will never let me forget this episode), drove me to the emergency room where a five hour wait, pain killers and many an x-ray later, I was told it was ONLY a bone contusion. ONLY? Owwww!!!

They stuck me in a massively large brace and onto a pair of crutches and told me to rest my left baby for a couple of weeks. I, of course, being me used the crutches and brace for a total of 21 hours (especially in grocery stores and gas stations cause I really liked the way people were being so nice and accommodating to me) and then I promptly decided I was fine, could take the pain and tossed both the brace and crutches in a closet at home.

Then today I ran into two wonderful upper level "S" students in the studio who happen to be nurses. They both lovingly but firmly instructed me to get the damned crutches and brace back out of the closet and finish my sentence or I would be out of commission for twice the amount of time. Seems my bruised muscle and bone needs rest. Who knew. So, if you see me hobbling around the studios this week, throw an extra hip circle in class for me cause you know I'll be aching for one!!!

Feb. 18th, 2008

03:35 pm - Road Trip!

I am driving. Well, I‘m in the passenger seat. Mr. Man is driving. Seriously, this very second that I type these words I’m in a car headed up the state of Cali. Technology just blows me away. I’ve got the itch to go. You know that little voice in your brain that says, “hit the road, jack (of course my name isn’t Jack, it’s Sheila but you get the feeling right?) and don’t’cha come back no mo, no mo, no mo, no mo…..” I love the open road. Must be the rambling woman in me. I think I’m going snowboarding. I hear the snow is delicately dazzling up north this time of year. I have never snowboarded before and I am praying that I want to snowboard again after this weekend. I have to at least give it a try. I brought butt padding just in case I’m on it for the entire day. I have a friend named Eric who says that if you don’t pad your tailbone you may lose it. I’ll let you know how it goes. Next I take up windsurfing off the coast of Baja. Anyone want to come?!! How about heli-skiing in Peru this summer? A caravan of camels across the Sahara for 18 days this March? I kid you not these are things I dream of as I spin, swirl, stretch and crawl my way around the "S" studio every week.

Feb. 12th, 2008

01:35 pm - Windy City Love

I am taking an impromptu trip to our gorgeous Chicago Studio this week! Yahoo! I get to literally plow my way to the studio through what I hear is four feet of freshly laid snow. I can't wait to wrap myself up in the warmth of the studio with the spectacular Chicago teachers, Shaundra, Romina, Andrea, Llissa and Ashley! Get ready to play, ladies!!

The Erotic Creature Workshop in New York was another amazingly eye-opening experience. I cannot tell you why but I love nothing more than being in the presence of fully realized, powerful women. It just makes me so happy. When seen in this kind of environment, I generally have a smile the size of the Mississippi River plastered on my face and it stays there ...oh, possibly for the entire day on into the evening. It's like I get high on your high.

I am aching to make my way on over to San Fran, Encino and OC for another EC workshop soon, so watch out for me women.

The home front is none too friendly these days. This damned election! The hub-meister is supporting one candidate and I am supporting another and neither of us is happy about it. We now don't even speak about the election. Not a breath is uttered lest we get into a knockdown, drag out fistfight. I seriously have to call my best friend in NY, who is supporting my candidate, to talk about that candidate! It's crazy, but these are crazy-making times I guess, and the good news is that passion and fire and positive emotion is alive all around us. So what if Richard and I live on separate sides of the house for a couple more months. It's worth it!

Feb. 7th, 2008

12:06 pm - News Show Junkie

Oh, alrighty! I admit it!! I have become a cable news show junkie and I cannot stop. I sit in front of the tube these days with my hand wrapped tightly around the remote, lest someone try to take it from me, rapidly switching from CNN to Fox (Yes, Fox! Can you believe it?) to MSNBC back to CNN over to MSNBC back to CNN then to MSNBC (with Chris Matthews) then just for the fun of it, on over to Fox again. It's dizzying. I move with such rapid, expert speed, it would make Superwoman blush. I have a hunger and a thirst for any news about almost anything current. What's going on with Barack? How's Hillary doing? What does Maureen Dowd think about it all? Then there's Mitt and McCain and let's not forget the son of the South, Edwards. What about Michelle Obama, what has she been up to? And Chelsea? Why won't she talk to the press? Oh, hell, I even love the weather reporting. I like to know what the weather is in Kansas, Alaska and Montana. I have family who live there. Makes me feel closer to them.
As I write this, I am beginning to suspect that there might be something lacking in my life that these cable news shows are providing. Intellectual stimulation? Perhaps. I spend a lot of time with a seven year old. Political points of view? Maybe. Hub man and I have been getting into some rather heated debates about Hillary and everybody else running for President. Sooooo........I've decided to sign up online to become a member of several campaign groups so that I can discuss each candidate with people I don't sleep with. I want to be informed. I want to hear other opinions. I want to express my opinions. I want to hear if anyone else is noticing what I'm noticing?

I will let you know how it goes! To all you spectacular women this week, Good S-ing!

Jan. 22nd, 2008

12:00 pm - Skiing Greens

I’m skiing down a mountain with the Rubster (that would be my little female clone also known as the daughter) in front of me. I think I’m skiing greens (those are the easy runs) but this is the meanest green I’ve ever been on and she’s just a wee thing and can’t quite...how can I put this in a manner that won’t make her disown me when she’s eighteen and looks back and reads this stuff? She can’t quite stay up on her feet or maintain any shape other than that of a human pretzel. And she’s pissed and then she’s crying and then she doesn’t want me near her and well, basically, she throws a fit of a tantrum on top of the mountain in the nasty freezing cold. What’s a Mommy to do? I finally get her calmed down, up on wobbly, tired, misdirected feet and ski with her between my legs, me hunched over with my legs in a permanent state of pizza-shaped-turn-in. Not sure the knees will ever be the same. My body is beat to a snowy, icy, block of freeze. Skiing with a seven-year-old. What was I thinking? Shoot me!!!!!! Oh, for a pole, a wall, a floor, some wickedly warm music and the safety and sexy of an S Factor studio!

Jan. 14th, 2008

01:58 pm - Real Reality

I'm getting a little obsessed with the latest reality TV shows that are dancing across our screens at home. The election and its coverage are scintillating entertainment. There hasn't been drama like this on the screen since...the OJ trial! Let me break it down for you-

First there's the Blue Team: Will the charismatic Chicagoan make a comeback, does the Lady have the fire, will Mr. Southern Man back out and who will he endorse?

Then there's the Red Team: The Old Guy, the Minister, the Mormon and the Mayor...oh wait, I forgot about the Actor. Damn that could be the name of a Broadway play: The Old Guy, the Minister, the Mormon and the Mayor! I digress. Which one will win? Which one will collapse? Who will show their hand too early? And who will really take Florida?

My craze for the outcome is making it impossible to focus on anything else. I myself am thrilled beyond any measure that there is the possibility of a woman leading this country. The fact that Ruby could see a woman living in the White House who isn't called, the First Lady, soars my spirit! I think she's got what it takes but I'm not that easily swayed. I'm open-minded; I'm not supporting anyone yet, just letting the candidates do their thing, letting them woo me. I take this election thing pretty seriously. I won't vote for someone just because of their sex or race or religious affiliation, I need a president I can believe in, someone who touches my heart as well as addresses my concerns.

Jan. 8th, 2008

12:47 pm - Debating

I was watching the debates this weekend...the Democratic debates cause I missed the Republican debate. There's the funny big guy, the Southern guy, the Oprah guy and the one lone warrior woman. I like them all. "Like" being the operable word. "Like" is okay but I don't tend to fill my life with "like". I'm a love-oriented person. I want to LOVE the person who's running for office. I want to love their commitment, their passion and fire and intelligence. Is that asking too much? Am I missing something here?

Handsome Stranger aka: Theodore (now six months old) is currently what you would call an indoor/outdoor cat. Meaning, he runs out-the-door whenever, and I mean whenever, I open it and then I spend the better part of the next hour trying to coerce him into running back in-the-door where it is safe and warm. I'm beginning to think he is not too bright. If you think I’m being unduly harsh keep reading. This weekend he ran out into the pouring down rain, then hunched miserably under a bush staring at me standing in the doorway of the big warm house as if I could do something to make him less wet. I COULD! It's called COME INSIDE! This staring at each other across the rainy yard went on for about ten minutes. Enough time for him to become soaked to the bone. And then he slowly started toward the door. Every raindrop that hit him made him crouch down even lower until his belly was almost flat on the ground. When he finally scooted back inside he looked up, sopping wet lids and a little incorrigible grin, as if he had gotten another one over on me. He slowly drives me mad...

Jan. 7th, 2008

03:37 pm - Happy New Year!!!

Not much to meander as I am recovering from splendid New Years Eve into New Years Day into New Years Day Evening into the day after New Years day parties. I do love a good party. I’m recovering not so much because I got snackered by spirits but because I haven’t stopped talking, hugging, kissing and eating for the past three days other than a couple of hours of sleep at night. Time for me to move my body again.

The Erotic Creature workshop was a-m-a-z-i-n-g, i-n-s-p-i-r-i-n-g, e-n-l-i-g-h-t-e-n-i-n-g, and woman, do I want to do it again. Soon! The 10 lovely level 6 students and I played so intensely with our EC’s that the three hours a day turned effortlessly into four! And we still wished we had another day or two to play! Damn, girls, you damn near tuckered my sweet self out. Those of your who wanted to take the workshop and were waitlisted please keep an eye out for the next one. You ladies have first dibs.

For 2008 I wish you all your dreams to come true, your spirits to soar and your bodies to discover their bliss, sensuality and power. Let’s spin, fly, undulate, climb and move!

Dec. 10th, 2007

04:32 pm - Whistle a Happy Tune

I’m walking down the street this morning and I hear this chirpy, twirping high pitched kissy sound that stands my ears up on end and inadvertently just instinctually pops my chest out further, my head turns toward the sound and cocks sharply to the right. If I had had feline ears they would have stood straight up on top of my head and pitched forward to catch every last resonance of the sound. In a split second of course my acute eyes located the epicenter of the origins of the sound. Two construction workers on top of a building down the street attempting to get my attention. My first instinct was to get a little indignant, a smite annoyed and huddle myself back into my cocoon of public privacy in the form of a coat, then I thought of ‘Handsome Stranger’ and how when he walks across the room I make the exact same sound in a desperate attempt to get him to pay some tiny, little, intsy piece of attention to me. I twirp and chirp and suck every last drop of air through my tightly pursed lips in the hopes that he might relent for a moment from his arrogant beauty and deign me with a walk past so that I might lightly brush my hands across his back. He doesn’t shrink to a smaller size or huddle himself protectively away. He slinks proudly and unattached by. So, if I do all of that to have the presence of a tantalizingly sensual creature near me that must be exactly what those guys were feeling! Or am I overestimating the perceptions of the average male construction worker in America? Have a divine time this holiday season. I will be in the studio in LA holding a class that I am overly excited about called an Erotic Creature workshop. I am going to work with ten level 6 students. We’re going to push the boundaries of their bodies and move them to the brink of their movement, heart and soul. Can’t think of a better way to spend the holidays!

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