Something Beckons, and I Cannot Ignore It I didn’t choose this sacred path. I didn’t invent the desire. I didn’t plan the ache. I was called. There’s a whisper that stirs in my bones, a summons deeper than biology or identity. It comes like poetry at midnight. Like arousal during liturgy. Like longing that doesn’t…
We’ve been taught to suppress the body and it’s needs in favour of the mind, often desire is perceived as a dangerous distraction on the path to enlightenment. But what if I told you that the yearning, that ache in your soul, the Eros that throbs within you, is a direct line to the divine?…
I have an ambivalent relationship to the term sacred sexuality. Using the word seems to imply that there is such a thing as not sacred sexuality or unholy sexuality. To me Sacred sexuality simply means that I hold all sexuality sacred. All intimate moments are sacred whether or not we acknowledge that they are. I…
IT’S TRUE!! Not even when it’s really good! Not even when it’s long or loud, wet and rowdy. Sex is not even filthy when it is public or outside or taped. Sex is not filthy when it is between two men or two women. It is not filthy no matter what clothes we dress up…