Turning off the external sound of a local leaf blower, to touch and sense how my body is doing? My body loves the attention when I slow everything down and don't forget who is capable of getting me one place to the other, who comes up out of a dream each morning, who is his fantasy and has journeyed through so much pleasure.
To just be, not have to do, not have to push, not have to finish, not have to perform anything but touch and pay attention. Simple instructions. What can be found when one isn't expecting results or needing outcomes? This body is made for pleasure yet the world demands it produce so many other things necessary for survival. How joyous to touch with no time limit, with no mournful memory attached, with no incurable longing making the moment uninhabitable.
Be here now with this breath, with this finger, with this fine piece of architecture designed only to move me toward mirth. Finally the sensuous lessons move us toward the concept of excitement and anticipation.
This second to the last class especially vital for me because someone pursuing me recently insisted a woman had to do Kegel exercises. I forcefully explained that my experience didn't align with his book's theory. He balked at my not buying his head trip that it's up to the woman to do the work so the man's size doesn't matter. He attacked my entire body of work and said my skills went to waste with such archaic and close minded sexual opinion. It made me feel ungrounded even though I knew I was carefully protecting my own boundary.
Then Class #5 said Kegel exercises constrict the energy and deplete our pleasure. They gave scientific reasons why that explained what my intuition knew after years of exploration and delight. I'm not scientific, especially about this subject. I just know what I know and what has worked for me after intense internal study both when isolated and when in entwined. Our bodies are such a miracle and the sensual sexual journey the best trip imaginable, if one only gets the ticket and says yes.
