I was having my own party with my best friends after Bikram yoga, the class of HELL with male teacher Jason. Jason is inspiring and we have a special connection. Myself and fun friends were talking about dying hair, decorating nails for Halloween. My black male friend became Eddie Murphy, Miss Teeth will be a fetish punk-out Beetle Juice doll, her girlfriend will dye the tips of her beautiful, black hair red. Me, I am the Zombie Cheerleader or Prom Queen (I have been both in my lifetime in high school - it seems I've been a cheerleader and queen on and off all my life. I find it interesting that I had to force myself to take it seriously. I'm all about fun, dance and college with my sense of humor and my guide, the Mad Hatter!!!) From now on I will refer to Bikram yoga as "Hell of Yoga" class. I was tripping talking about stocks with a delightful girlfriend's boyfriend. I told her what I do. I have not seen her. Maybe she can not handle that I do porn (I thought she could handle it, really). I hope she comes back and I did not scare her away. I'm the portal to be yourself and not be afraid to be yourself in the yoga community. Tonight, I go to Psychic School for mediumship class.