But y’know… what really gets me jazzed about livin’… COUPLES ACRO YOGA. Mmmmmmm…. fuckin love it.
Have you seen this trend? (Have you DONE it?? Be honest.) Not only is it Instagram perfection, it manages to convey, “LOOK AT OUR LOVE! LOOK AT OUR BODIES! I BET YOU COULDN’T GET YOUR PARTNER TO DO THIS WITH YOU, SUKKA!” — without speaking at all!
A beautiful gift for the world.
Truth times: I would never ask my boyfriend to do this with me. I’m horrible at solo-person yoga. And I would barf all over myself if I posted a pic of us doing anything romaaaaaaaaantiiiiiic. Example: His hand and mine, making a heart shape, as the sun sets over the ocean, and my melted cheese brain oozes out of my head and my googly-heart-eyeballs spring from their sockets and procure rusted switchblades to stab me to death.
So. Today, I would like to share couples yoga with you. If it’s your thing, blessings. If you’d like to try it with your lover, namaste. If this makes you never want to see another gooey duo bumpin’ yogis ever again? Call me. Let’s be friends.
Sigh. At least they’re not wearing overalls.
Ahhhhh… that feels good.