Funny enough, but I happened to get forwarded this clip just after I got back from my weekly pilades class. With the agony of trying to ‘BREATHING into the stretch, and finding my core’ fresh in my brain, watching this just damn near killed me. Good God I wish I had even a fraction of the flexibility this woman has!
For the workplace-cautious, it’s a girl contortionist in a flesh-colored patterned bodystocking. The long shots makes her look nekkid, but she’s not; in the closeups, you can see the pattern.
But a boss looking over your shoulder from across the room is gonna think you’re looking at a nekkid woman.
And there’s loud music, applause, and shouts of approval, so he’s bound to come over to see whatcher lookin’ at.
Contortionists skeeve me out. Big time. I get pretty nauseous watching them. Ironically, it makes me squirm a fair amount, too. I only made it about halfway through that video before I was too uncomfortable to continue.
I don’t care how flexible you are, I don’t think your body is supposed to repeatedly do those extreme positions, design-wise. I can’t believe that doesn’t cause some damage over the long term.
I threw my back out once and watching a contortionist is like reliving that pain.
I haven’t watched it, because contortionists squick me out, but many contortionists have Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, one form of which makes their ligaments and tendons extra elastic. Good for contortions, but also good for dislocations. And it tends to be inherited, which is good news for circus families.
I think any red blooded male would take a night in bed with a contortionist. I’d just fear in the morning I’d be like “My keys! I can’t find my keys! They could be anywhere!”