Sensuality: Claim It

I wish to step up as a woman, an elder and a member of a community I love and am proud to be a part of and to out sensuality as a positive human experience. Honest, natural sexual attunement brings joy, self-regulation, connection to our own bodies, and if we are with another during the experience a possible sensitivity and closeness to them.  Strangely enough I find that with a ripening of age I find myself less up tight and simply more curious and open sexually. I am re-reading a lot of OSHO, which I have not visited for many years. I find the simplicity of his writing refreshing as well as a reminder that my sensuality is part of being a mammal, part of being alive and this connection to all of life moves within my own skin, this is where I am able to feel it on the deepest level.  Movement, sex, dance, all of it, this is what brings me to fullness, and sex alone with self can be deeply sweet, fun and refreshing. The idea that less is more, as far as orgasm for myself is yet another detour that I have played with and found untrue. Cumming is really fun, and awakens parts of myself both emotionally and physically that perhaps I do not touch on in everyday existence. It also feels that I am tapping into a primordial depth, an empty mind essence that is vast.  I am touching a seed of beginning, a seed that pulses through all of life, dark and lovely, quiet and stormy, released from the cerebral, while being attached to a raw, sweet vulnerability that is older then time. Everyday is a good day for an orgasm, as Crazy Horse said (or may have said, no one is quite sure): It is a good day to die, when I cum I experience a small death of my ego and a visitation into the place where I no longer exist as this body, but rather I am a field, wide open. Life is good, the body sacred, for myself I want to stay committed to this quality of sacred life, through skin, breath, touch, regardless as to societies bastardized, dehumanizing portrayal of what sex and sexy is. This disfiguration of sensuality that treats our bodies and our instincts as commodities to sell beer and ridiculous cars that take us no where is in fact even more of a reason to hold my sensuality as a gift, a birthright, a place that no one can take away from me.

It is with this freshness and awake quality that is connected to an instinctual place of raw beauty that I am choosing to open to another calling in this wild world of ours. With much delight and hope I am exploring and offering a depth of sensuality to some of my upcoming work and yogic/movement adventures. 

Loving my body has been  a long journey, wading through socialization, looking for what is honest, natural and true. It can be such a struggle for so many of us. 

Allowing and encouraging my innate sexual self to rise up and be seen, without shame feels immensely sweet, as well as one of the deepest political acts I can utilize. Stepping into my sensual center dismantles the confines of an oppressive culture that is committed to keeping us small, and confused, hence easy to control. If I love my body, truly, in it's inherent form, I love this earth, I love all sentient beings and I stand tall to protect this fierce love. My body and all of life pulse together, everything is then making love, creating life, interconnected. 

I am tired of the dogma that tells all of us we are unworthy and need yet some other distractive toy or adjustment to be "sexy" and worthwhile.

This disfiguration of sensuality that treats our bodies and our instincts as commodities to sell beer and ridiculous cars that take us no where is in fact even more of a reason to hold my sensuality as a gift, a birthright, a place that no one can take away from me.

Let us take to the streets, everyday, in our own individual ways, letting the flow of our bodies stream unfettered and wild, take a chance, imagine right now that you are are enough, more then enough, and that your sensual nature is healthy, brillant and deeply needed.