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
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