Madeira is now At the head of the class, Robin takes her place. She laughs, putting everyone at ease, "There's a lot of testosterone energy in here today." Although I was hoped to hide in the back, there is nowhere to hide in this crowded room, that is a key component of nude yoga. Robin and I are nearly face to face, and we are close enough to shake hands. To my left and right are the flanks of the other men. We are told to take off our clothing and to close our eyes by robin

I take off my shirt and shorts before striking the Mountain posture and standing straight. I make an effort not to stare down at my exposed penis. I take extra care not to look to my left.

Life more fun in no way am I. Even when it's hot outside at the beach, I don't enjoy stripping off, much less executing a downward dog in front of a large group of strangers. So even while I can persuade myself to attend a naked yoga session in order to complete a task for work, it does make me wonder: Why precisely do individuals do this voluntarily? I would later hear Robin say, "What's really great about a yoga class in general is you have this built-in feeling of 'we're all doing this together,'" adding that the sense of community is enhanced when everyone opens up together.