1. I loved giving Mr. B his Tantric massage the other day. He was tutoring me in the basics of giving a Tantric massage for healing purposes. Apparently, I helped release some stuck energy in him, because he shared some confidences with me about traumas survived. I know the body remembers everything that has happened to it. And I know my hands can erase pain and replace it with pleasure. WOW!
2. I was meant to be a sexual healer. It is an art. It is much needed by our culture. Too many of us have suffered rape, sexual abuse, shaming around body size or sexual orientation and our gender, among other traumas. So many more live lives lacking in healthy touch, including sexual and sensual touch.
3. To be intimate with another live human being, two bodies in the same room, is to touch the Face of God. Phone, email, Skype, fantasy, are all great, but do not replace the human touch married with full presence and full joy.
4. Sexual healing means dancing with the dark side, without killing yourself through your addictions, or killing your relationships through arguments, unkindness, or the stupid games people play to avoid feeling their feelings and asking for what they want and need with love.
5. Practicing compassion does not mean putting up with shit--- yours or another's. Everyone has limits. We can only put up with so much dysfunction! I know that exhaustion makes my behavior deteriorate. I'd rather not behave badly. Especially in public.
6. Sexual healing is fun.
7. Yes. sexual healing has humor in it. I will never forget the ways in which Mr. B and I giggled together in bed. We have compatible humor. Oh My God that is so important to me.
8. Memories are multi-sensory. Mr B smells great to me. His house smells great, too. His home, somewhat cluttered, but clean. His morning cereal breath smells good to me.
9. I remember peeling back the blankets and accidentally uncovering his penis. Oops! AAAH! Trouser Snake! I laughed and laughed. It takes a really secure man to be with a woman laughing with, not at, his penis. The next night, I took said beautiful lingham into my hands and a little later, into my mouth. I loved his face as he melted into naked pleasure. That was a prayer with no pants on!
10. I look forward to giving many more Tantric healing massages. I am building my imaginary Tantric massage kit. A jar of coconut oil. A box of disposable latex gloves. a bottle of anal lubricant. A big, clean bath sheet, freshly washed in earth-friendly detergent. A little bottle of lavender essential oil. Also ylang ylang, rose oil, and amber and also musk. Mmmm, sexy!
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