They Thought Their Art Would Protect Them.
Our job is to tell those stories so widely that we understand them reflexively. Only then can art finally move on... and expose other traumas.
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sex
Kissing a Toad. {fiction}
Don’t kiss a toad unless you’d like warts on your lips, because you can’t escape this fate once you’ve been poked by a wart-covered prick.
Do Not Presume to Know Me.
Rationality is the opium of the people. Thank you for teaching me this lesson. More and more, I know how to stay true to myself.
Authenticity, Satsangs, and a Sex Party.
I know there is always a perceived risk in authenticity. I am not advocating indiscriminate disclosure; there is the matter of situational appropriateness.
A Letter to the Daughter I Chose Not to Have.
And so, dear wisp of energy that is my daughter, I want you to know that I think of you often. I imagine how old you’d be, what you’d be doing in your life.
If I’m Honest. {fiction}
I'm not sure why I'm here, in this bed with him. The sex isn't that great, if I'm honest, mainly because he’s checked out most of the time.
My Mystic Journey From Loss to Living and Loving.
I couldn't see the light poking holes through my black state of mind. Chanting widens the holes until I can only see white, bright light streaming through the recesses of my mind.
Receiving Touch: The Art of Sensuality.
We can't ask for what we want because we aren't usually inside our sensuality during sex. We're in our heads, judging our bodies.
Mmm, You’re so Surrendered.
And I mean this metaphorically as well as literally... The more you can relax and surrender, the more deeply love can permeate and heal you.
I Am Mine, and I Wanna Fuck like I Did in High School.
I was no angel either. When a guy fucked me right away and deigned to call me the next day, I recoiled, referring to an Eminem lyric that rang all too true.