It has been a lovely winter season. Lots of time spent with chosen family and friends, lots of celebration and plans for the new year. There is something amiss though, that took me a while to work through, to really see it for what it is.
I have always considered the work I do sacred, and in the past year I have been listening and learning with the local Sacred Sexuality/Tantra community, trying to see how other women run their business and how I could improve mine. I am sad to say that nearly every change has felt more isolating than the next. Fewer clients, far less than I would like. They are respectful, generous, and have experience in this realm...and it isn't as much fun.
So I want to take a moment to confess: I've been taking myself much too seriously, and trying to put on false airs. My gift has always been in the playfulness and joy offered without hesitation. My gift is in being that unapologetic, untamable woman that can meet you in that space of sensual connection.
We don't have to practice breathing first, or eye gaze...and I fucking love your hands all over me! It doesn't have to be slow or gentle to be sacred. Are we bringing pleasure to each other in this moment of wild abandon? Then this too, is sacred.
There are plenty of ladies who do the important work of coaching and educating people about a more traditional practice. They are lovely priestesses who are expanding ideas of intimacy and sex. And there may be a time and place where I'm called to do more of that work.
But right now....what I really want to do is take my clothes off and expand my own practice. That of being a willful, unapologetic, unrepentant (Sacred) whore.
Just because there is a potential for healing, just because something is sacred, doesnt mean we have to be serious or somber about it. Life...and especially pleasure and sex should be joyful and exciting.
What I offer is a different window into that world. You don't even have to be interested in the spiritual to experience it. All that is needed is an openness to desire and a willingness to follow it. So much is possible in what I consider to be a form of self care. Men (and women too, we just hide it more) have a core need to this physical pleasure and release.
In standing in this glory of my wildness, I tell others that this is not wrong, nor is it shameful. This work has existed for thousands of years because it was needed and it is still needed. And wether I wear sacred robes or fishnets and heels....I am still bringing all my splendid, sacred sensuality to the table.
We don't have to sit yab-yum to experience sacred union either. Doggie style..one hand in my hair, the other smacking my amble butt...that works just as well.