The sexual and the spiritual - I want depth. I always intuitively felt that sex had a more spiritual dimension to it than I could articulate. Sex and spirituality are highly polarized in western culture, and in a lot of modern eastern cultures. They meet in Tantra. I guess the only place I can stomach their meeting, that isn't infused with a lot of: "I am the goddess, and you are the god" (i.e. a lot of flowery ritual) is in the idea of being present. All the Tantric rituals (like eye-gazing and breathing) and exercises (deliberately moving energy) are about bringing us into our bodies, our selves and allowing us to be seen by another person. And to see. To slow down and value each other. When I let myself pause and feel into everything, I can orgasm almost without touch. Or just the lightest of touch
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
Maybe you'll like this story. 40-odd years ago, and new to LSD and general brain-tripping, it struck me that there's at least a symmetry if not a similarity between the orgasmic state and that of peak pychedeics. Naturally I chose to pursue that, and began trying very seriously to be conscious through every orgasm. After many, I became aware of SURROUNDINGS! They appeared as a white picket fenced garden, with an arbored gate. Next time, there was a shadow behind the gate! The Guru! Or what? Even more eager anticipation now, and then at last, and the last time, the shadow defined itself. BUGS FUCKING BUNNY. And so. The beginnings of humility.
ReplyDeletedude, very seriously - whats your email?
ReplyDeleteme and you need to have a chat =)
drop me a line at ben@alternativereel.com