Whilst riding the F train in New York City, my beloved and I were talking about how we could lock eyes and tighten our sex muscles (engage mula bandha for you yoga savvy folk) and it was like we were partaking in some sexual romp unbeknown to all other subway passengers. We would inhale and tighten, feel the sexual energy, focus on bringing it up to our third eye and exhale slow, releasing the loving grip.
It made for an extremely sensual and intimate train ride.
I am a couple thousand miles away from him at the moment and miss him...a lot.
I find that in those times that we are separated it brings some solace to the distance if i find a time to connect to him, sexually, energetically and intimately. instead of locking eyes with him i can close my eyes and direct my gaze toward the middle of my brow, the third eye point and take a few breaths, pulling up on my sex and letting the energy swirl around..imaging his energy, his sex intermingling with mine all throughout my body, my spine.
So I offer that to anyone who, like me, is away from their partner and misses them like crazy.
Be well and enjoy!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Sexual Rites of Passage: Down Under
An aritcle on puberty, de-flowering and effective (albeit cruel) birth control.
http://www.heretical.com/bjerre/aborig2.html
http://www.heretical.com/bjerre/aborig2.html
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Yoga, Tantra, Sex and betrayl
I have not written in more than a while. (what's more than a while? a bit longer than a bit?)
I completed a yoga teacher training over a year ago and began to scrutinize my life and it's contents of passions. I also went through my own personal journey through infidelities, (both the one to hear about such acts committed by my partner and then the one to commit myself), delved into Tantra (the actual tantra, not the westernized, sex centered version), took up as much work as I could and, finally, wondered if i was really that into figuring out what sex even was to me.
This all paves the way to beginners mind- a concept we are taught, that facilitates seeing everything without judgment, boredom or as already understood. I have time after time related to sex as both my friend and my nemesis. I have been hurt sexually as well as found ecstatic states of pleasure sexually and everything in between. I thought I could out grow my fear of hurting someone or being hurt by someone the more I made my way to intellectualize sex and sexuality. If I know every item of erotic behavior, wanton fantasy and Lingum massage technique then how could any betrayal of a sexual sort befall me?
Oh to be made folly of... I went through the emotions that one goes through when suddenly hurt as they begin a new life path of spirituality and peace. I became angry and then quickly OK. Fury and self righteousness filled my body as quickly as it left to make way for a desire to make this all just go away. Sex became my outlet from as well as my totem to the pain. All i had was this laughable new set of rituals with which to burn up the pain, karma and whatever else might lay in between me and my path to inner peace...
This was exactly one year ago. I was broken open and my sex and my sexuality seemed my obstacle. I was cheated on and i then cheated. I wandered to the other side and did the very thing that hurt me, knowing that i would hurt someone, create pain in someone. I did it and the morning after I felt deliciously empty. I was untethered from some weird karmic macrame, it felt i had been previously bound inside. I reclaimed a desire to learn about, write about, read about sex and sexuality. The yin and yang, male and female, pain and pleasure, hero and villain, slayer and slain, teacher and student- I was looking for a simple way of understanding this without having to go through the drama of life to metabolize it- but that's for wimps, it's been a year but back again am i with a lack of any desire to "know" just to see- what's this S-E-X thing all about? why the hell does it feel so good and hurt so bad?
Alas so that's what I have been up to in a nut shell- no pun intended. I'm delighted to encounter some good reads, blogs, pictures and works of art so please feel free to pass such things on!
Your humbled sexual ponderer
em luna
I completed a yoga teacher training over a year ago and began to scrutinize my life and it's contents of passions. I also went through my own personal journey through infidelities, (both the one to hear about such acts committed by my partner and then the one to commit myself), delved into Tantra (the actual tantra, not the westernized, sex centered version), took up as much work as I could and, finally, wondered if i was really that into figuring out what sex even was to me.
This all paves the way to beginners mind- a concept we are taught, that facilitates seeing everything without judgment, boredom or as already understood. I have time after time related to sex as both my friend and my nemesis. I have been hurt sexually as well as found ecstatic states of pleasure sexually and everything in between. I thought I could out grow my fear of hurting someone or being hurt by someone the more I made my way to intellectualize sex and sexuality. If I know every item of erotic behavior, wanton fantasy and Lingum massage technique then how could any betrayal of a sexual sort befall me?
Oh to be made folly of... I went through the emotions that one goes through when suddenly hurt as they begin a new life path of spirituality and peace. I became angry and then quickly OK. Fury and self righteousness filled my body as quickly as it left to make way for a desire to make this all just go away. Sex became my outlet from as well as my totem to the pain. All i had was this laughable new set of rituals with which to burn up the pain, karma and whatever else might lay in between me and my path to inner peace...
This was exactly one year ago. I was broken open and my sex and my sexuality seemed my obstacle. I was cheated on and i then cheated. I wandered to the other side and did the very thing that hurt me, knowing that i would hurt someone, create pain in someone. I did it and the morning after I felt deliciously empty. I was untethered from some weird karmic macrame, it felt i had been previously bound inside. I reclaimed a desire to learn about, write about, read about sex and sexuality. The yin and yang, male and female, pain and pleasure, hero and villain, slayer and slain, teacher and student- I was looking for a simple way of understanding this without having to go through the drama of life to metabolize it- but that's for wimps, it's been a year but back again am i with a lack of any desire to "know" just to see- what's this S-E-X thing all about? why the hell does it feel so good and hurt so bad?
Alas so that's what I have been up to in a nut shell- no pun intended. I'm delighted to encounter some good reads, blogs, pictures and works of art so please feel free to pass such things on!
Your humbled sexual ponderer
em luna
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Check out the beautiful work by Mark Henson:
He breathtakingly describes the sacred sexual dance. Thank you Mark!
Mark Henson's Temple Erotica
quotes
"But seduction isn’t making someone do what they don’t want to do. Seduction is enticing someone into doing what they secretly want to do already."
-Waiter Rant
"Through the body we are seeing something of the soul and therefore the mystery of life itself. The compulsive aspect of sexual gazing betrays the fact that our looking is not deep enough. When we honor a holy icon we know we're in the presence of the numinous. But in our secular society we have lost an explicit awareness of the sanctity of sex. We think of it in purely human terms, as far from religion as possible and therefore our looking is not right. Our sexual gaze is full of numinosity, but we have no language or artful ritual for this kind of veneration"
-Thomas Moore, 'Soul of Sex'
"If our elaborate and dominating bodies are given us to be denied at every turn, if our nature is always wrong and wicked, how ineffectual we are - like fishes not meant to swim."
-Cyril Connolly
-Waiter Rant
"Through the body we are seeing something of the soul and therefore the mystery of life itself. The compulsive aspect of sexual gazing betrays the fact that our looking is not deep enough. When we honor a holy icon we know we're in the presence of the numinous. But in our secular society we have lost an explicit awareness of the sanctity of sex. We think of it in purely human terms, as far from religion as possible and therefore our looking is not right. Our sexual gaze is full of numinosity, but we have no language or artful ritual for this kind of veneration"
-Thomas Moore, 'Soul of Sex'
"If our elaborate and dominating bodies are given us to be denied at every turn, if our nature is always wrong and wicked, how ineffectual we are - like fishes not meant to swim."
-Cyril Connolly
over and underwhelmed
I have been absent from the blogging world for awhile. Lack of desire has not been the reason, just a lack of afflatus. I have been dosing my brain with scientific and historical information in regards to sexuality and I burned out. I forget that this routinely happens. It isn't so much that the subject gets too repetitive, but rather the view taken rarely differs. Frustration at the fact that most books fail to mention that we have a vital essence that is far more complex and elegant than the over prized mind and psychology of humans.
I remember when reading the book 'Sex, Time and Power' I went through a similar state of irritation. I had begun my winter book series that explored why humans were conditioned to mate for life, why we are connected to our kin, why women have so many orgasms and how gender issues came to be. It isn't that those topics aren't of interest or can't help us understand our past and present circumstances; It was that nowhere did they mention the fact that we are also the only species that have looked for God and ponder our own death and have strippers and porn stars and chaste monks.
I feel that I have been writing a bunch of stuff that, while valid, doesn't capture the full spectrum of sexuality. And what's more is that I have been reading books that don't inspire me to look through that particular scope to then feel compelled to scribe from that view. It is my desire to blog solely on the subject of sex and sexuality and have as many fingers in the pot, so to speak. It is with that desire that I have picked up one of my favored books, 'Soul of Sex' by Thomas Moore.
Upon reading the first few pages I felt like I had broken through some sort of readers block. I was back on track. Do you know what I mean when I describe the static felt? Do you feel something similar when it dawns on you that people still eat at McDonald's, or fill evangelical churches or litter? It's like something in us is still sleeping and you just want that spiritual and evolutionary alarm clock to snap them out of a coma.
But I digress.
The purpose is not to discuss WalMart shoppers and Billy Graham, it is to discuss sex and how I can do that with more authenticity. So that is what I have added to the site. Quotes and links to images that I find bring me an internal certainty or comfort that there is more to this sacred act than making a baby, having an orgasm, defining roles or garnering power.
I remember when reading the book 'Sex, Time and Power' I went through a similar state of irritation. I had begun my winter book series that explored why humans were conditioned to mate for life, why we are connected to our kin, why women have so many orgasms and how gender issues came to be. It isn't that those topics aren't of interest or can't help us understand our past and present circumstances; It was that nowhere did they mention the fact that we are also the only species that have looked for God and ponder our own death and have strippers and porn stars and chaste monks.
I feel that I have been writing a bunch of stuff that, while valid, doesn't capture the full spectrum of sexuality. And what's more is that I have been reading books that don't inspire me to look through that particular scope to then feel compelled to scribe from that view. It is my desire to blog solely on the subject of sex and sexuality and have as many fingers in the pot, so to speak. It is with that desire that I have picked up one of my favored books, 'Soul of Sex' by Thomas Moore.
Upon reading the first few pages I felt like I had broken through some sort of readers block. I was back on track. Do you know what I mean when I describe the static felt? Do you feel something similar when it dawns on you that people still eat at McDonald's, or fill evangelical churches or litter? It's like something in us is still sleeping and you just want that spiritual and evolutionary alarm clock to snap them out of a coma.
But I digress.
The purpose is not to discuss WalMart shoppers and Billy Graham, it is to discuss sex and how I can do that with more authenticity. So that is what I have added to the site. Quotes and links to images that I find bring me an internal certainty or comfort that there is more to this sacred act than making a baby, having an orgasm, defining roles or garnering power.
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