Yesterday, Philly Mag writer Monica Weymouth asked the females of Philadelphia the question: How free do we want our nipples? More specifically, do we really want to go topless in hot yoga — sans sports bras and all — like one of her fellow female yogi classmates did this weekend?
This got me thinking: Is this something I’d secretly love to try? Do other women, too? Is topless yoga, like a topless beach — one of those good ideas in theory (no tan lines!) but we’re just too embarrassed to actually take the plunge? Read more »
We’ve been to a lot of beer festivals, and we can say with a fairly high degree of certainty that there’s not really anyone in attendance at those festivals that we’d want to see naked. So the idea of a naked beer festival (and in the Poconos!) has us curling up into a fetal position. Note: NUDITY IS REQUIRED. Read more »
A new calender featuring arty shots of naked poets got our attention recently. Naturally. Not only does it feature tastefully shot men and women in the black-and-white buff, but Victoria Bennett’s “The Naked Muse” calendar raises money for Type 1 diabetes awareness.
There really is something for everyone. The poets range in age from their early 20s to late 60s – and it includes everyone from Eric Gregory and Antony Dunn to Alan Buckley, Graham Eccles and Max Wallis – a young writer who was shot on an opium bed in Coleridge’s study. Leave it to the Brits to bring both brainy and sexy.