These contentious topics have been major themes in my life lately. This semester, I am taking classes about both of them: Human Sexuality and Comparative Mysticism (which is basically what monks and nuns thought about God from 1100-1500 ad). Both of these class have me thinking about their respective topics in new and exciting ways. I don't really think about the two together, its more the odd experience of having them both on my mind a great deal. In Mysticism we read the writings of people who thought about God every hour of the day- mostly because they were in chapel almost that often. God is written about as companion, mother, husband, everything. I'm learned about some examples where Christ-ly love is compared to erotic love. That's interesting to me- to these monks and nuns God was the bright star their lives revolved around. Now, the guiding light to existence, our culture, is saturated with sex. Sex is on people's minds all the time- it is the new God.
In my journey to reach orgasm, I have learned (and still am learning) a great deal about sex, and have been working to make sexual pleasure more a part of my life. Since Christmas I have been going back to church, a practice I abandoned in high school. I can't say what the balance between these concentrations is or should be.
But today I took a bath, and I did my reading for mysticism. Gertrud of Heltfa really had great deal to say about God. Then I pulled out my vibrator and used it til my body shook. I felt balanced and alive, and like I had made good use of an hour.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Poor neglected blog....
Well, picking up where I left off:
I am ejaculating left and right now, but that doesn't make it any more comfortable an experience. It also necessitates a change of venue.
My sex life is just coming out of a lame hiatus. The dramatic reconnection at the bar I mentioned in my last post caused me to come down with an aggressive cold which then turned into a sinus infection and an ear infection. I had pinkeye at the same time. I got antibiotics and got better. My fiance caught it and his turned into walking pnemonia. He got antibiotics and got better.
Then I got my period. But it ended.
Then my tonsils swelled til they nearly touched.
You can't make this stuff up folks.
After 24 days of blech I finally had sex again. It was okay.
So in other news, my sexologist called to check in with me at the end of Jan., and that was very affirming. Having someone there who finds your sexuality so important makes one feel important.
My human sexuality class is fantastic- as predicted, it does keep sexuality on my mind a lot more. And my teacher is amazing. I read a letter to my vulva in class on Tuesday. In front of, like, 300 people.
Well, picking up where I left off:
I am ejaculating left and right now, but that doesn't make it any more comfortable an experience. It also necessitates a change of venue.
My sex life is just coming out of a lame hiatus. The dramatic reconnection at the bar I mentioned in my last post caused me to come down with an aggressive cold which then turned into a sinus infection and an ear infection. I had pinkeye at the same time. I got antibiotics and got better. My fiance caught it and his turned into walking pnemonia. He got antibiotics and got better.
Then I got my period. But it ended.
Then my tonsils swelled til they nearly touched.
You can't make this stuff up folks.
After 24 days of blech I finally had sex again. It was okay.
So in other news, my sexologist called to check in with me at the end of Jan., and that was very affirming. Having someone there who finds your sexuality so important makes one feel important.
My human sexuality class is fantastic- as predicted, it does keep sexuality on my mind a lot more. And my teacher is amazing. I read a letter to my vulva in class on Tuesday. In front of, like, 300 people.
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