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.