Listen. I definitely consider myself a feminist. I love women so much that if I weren’t straight, I’d totally be gay. I also find the lyrics in Hotline Bling to be borderline offensive and generally hella wack. But will I still get down to it in the cut? Yup. Let me tell you why.
I don’t need to be convinced to get naked. I’m at my most comfortable when I’m not feeling restricted by society’s need to cover me up (which really means I just don’t want to wear pants.) So, I was intrigued by a Groupon offer to float full-nude in a tank full of epsom salt. Continue reading “I cried full naked in a tub full of salt. It was cool?”