How I quit thinking…

…well, at least for a few hours. The key is: I moved into my body. Ditched that little upstairs room that I’ve occupied for so long, and went to explore the other part of the ME that I was living in.

You see, I have exhausted this road that I’ve been on for 3 decades. I’ve been thinking and thinking and thinking some more, creating and solving problems that didn’t even exist, just so my mind could keep itself occupied. And at times it was fun, it gave me a mindgasm to discover new ideologies, new ways of seeing things and new beliefs, teachings and practices. But then I hit a wall and I couldn’t go any longer. I was suffocating being enclosed in this tiny space in my head, listening to a constantly spinning squeaky wheel churning out the same old thoughts over and over again with no breaks in between. I have tried meditation with some success, but most of the time I have just fallen asleep (which is again, a nice break from the EGO, from the mind, but still… ). Eventually it got so much that I became bitter. I just felt that I don’t wanna hear one more word from spiritual teachings, self-improvement gurus, self-help books and so on. I just became exhausted and bitter and so negative about all those things. I hit rock bottom and a wall at the end of the one-way street that “thinking” provided. And I needed a break. A change! Something that would take me out of this old habitual thinking way of being and give me a relief from it.

That’s when salsa came back to my mind. I used to dance salsa socially 8 years ago on a strong intermediate level, but I stopped after I had kids. Now as I was feeling the craving for humans around me (not to talk to them, just be around them) I remembered this old friend of mine and I told her I would like to go with her dancing again. We went out that night and it felt like I’ve never left. The music, the people, the energy in the room was so engaging that I had no time or opportunity to think about anything else, but the dance.

That’s when I saw it in another room that a few people were dancing a strange dance that I was not familiar with. It seemed like it had no structure, yet things were just flowing perfectly to the rhythm of the music and it was mesmerizing. I asked for the name of this dance and they said it was called ZOUK. I’ve never heard about this before, but I was determined to learn it. So the next week I signed up to a class and it was the best decision I’ve made in a very long time. The teachers were so knowledgeable and talented, the music took me to a whole different world and my body was able to pick up every new movement with no problem. The energy in the room was so positive and uplifting and sensual all at the same time and I realized that I have so many hangups around my body and the expression of the body. I don’t want to take up too much space, I don’t want to be too flashy, I don’t want to be noticed, I don’t want to step into my own power and let go of control and just flow with the music and whatever comes out is fine that way…..no, that terrified me. But noticing these things helped me be aware of what was going on inside of me and that’s half the battle already. So whenever I started noticing these thoughts popping up, I just closed my eyes and I let go and moved into the present moment and followed what the lead was giving me, picking up on their energies, expressing it as it naturally wanted to be expressed and move on to the next movement in this perfect flow of life, no effort, no hardship, just flowing and creating and letting go of the old move and moving into the new one effortlessly. It was pure heaven.

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As the night went on, after the lesson we stayed there for social dance and it was fantastic. All kinds of different levels were dancing together, the atmosphere was so accepting, encouraging and empowering that I felt like I have found the tribe that I have always been looking for. “My people”. The ones who get me and where talking is not necessary. We talked with our bodies instead and we were fully emerged in the present moment without thinking about future worries or past mistakes. And as the hours flew by, I felt more and more energized and happy on the inside. By the end of the night my legs were so tired, but my heart was so full of light and happiness, that I could not sleep for hours after that. Then in a matter of hours I had to wake up and go work out with a personal trainer, and it was brutal. He made me work my butt and leg muscles so much that I felt like jello afterwards but again, there was no room for thinking for a whole hour, just to be in the moment, focus on the present pain and do my best that I could.

So that’s what happened to me in the last 24 hours. I am exhausted beyond words and I feel like I could be falling asleep in a matter of seconds but on the inside I am so calm, happy, relaxed and full of creative energy that I feel like my chest is about the pop open.

In my whole life I have treated my body as if it was an oversized vehicle that’s only purpose was to carry my head around (that had my thinking trapped in it.) Ok, and providing occasional sexual pleasures here and there, but even that for me was a lot of brain work….sex….can you believe it? I had to think and concentrate so much to actually feel something. But now that I have left the upper room (like Rapunzel trapped in the the tower), I feel like I have finally discovered a whole new world. I have discovered that this house (AKA my body) has many many other rooms and facilities in it, and it is amazing. I am not gonna live and do everything only in that tiny little space anymore (sleep, eat, poop and more :)) but I am gonna live with this spacious housing that I’ve been given to and explore every little section of it. I am gonna tune into feeling more, being present with the movements, flow with the music and the energy and just breath in between dances.

Whatever it is, it was a life changing discovery to finally discover that my body parts are good for many other purposes and movement can bring so much joy to me. Either in dancing or work out mode, my brain was quite for a minute, and my body was active and in the NOW. And that is heaven. That is pure bliss. And I want more of that…. a whole lot more.

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Quit trying to control life & just go with the flow

I am not saying I have mastered it….matter of fact, I am far from it. But I have had an experience last night that made me see the difference between struggling with trying to control the uncontrollable vs bliss & flow without it. In another person. Because my actions are too close to home, I guess. I notice things much better from a distance. 🙂

So anyway, here is what happened. A couple months ago, while talking to one of my friends, it came to my attention that there was out there man who has never had sex before.  This made me VERY curious. The “therapist” in me woke up immediately and wanted to come to the rescue. Half curiosity, and half of it was genuine desire to help someone discover this playground we call sex. I even told my friend ” well, send him my way and I will show him a thing or two.” But none of us really believed it would happen until I actually put some thought into it and after much consideration, I was like ” well, I’ve done worse things before in the name of sex, so I don’t see why helping someone make the first step on this road would be so bad indeed.”

So I made my offer, my friend was surprised but happy, she conveyed the message and he – to our biggest surprise – agreed to it. He was ready for a major change finally.

So the night has come, he came over and was very nervous. I brought out the big guns, beer, jokes, talking..but we had to use pot because none of it seem to really calm down those nerves. After we both got appropriately high, I made my move on him. ( Let me tell you, I discovered a new side to me too. I used to think I liked dominant guys, but now that the table has turned, I actually really enjoyed being in the driver’s seat as well).

We started with kissing, and despite that it seemed to him that he was only imitating a fish on a shore, he actually did pretty good. I am a kissing queen, (not just quitting) and I know a good kiss when I feel one, that’s for sure. SO I thought, damn, we are off to a good start. But obviously he was nervous as hell. And I noticed moments when he could let go and enjoy the moment and get lost in it, but more often than not his little ego popped back up online and tried to take over everything. Tried to control things, but it realized that “oh, shit, wait a minute, I don’t know what I’m doing”.  And that’s when he stalled and got nervous and the whole thing paused. The flow was over. 

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That was such a huge contrast to see in action. I could witness live how different the flow of life is when WE (our little egos) want to control everything, yet it has no idea what to do, and how to do it VS. when we just lay down on the wave of life with our backs to it, breath and relax and just ride those waves as they come, instead of trying to control the whole ocean ourselves.

When he was out of his mind, and into his body, he did amazing. Things were flowing between us, we were feeding off of each other’s energies, he let go and let loose and you wouldn’t have been able to tell that this was his first time! But that part didn’t last long, because the ego is so super strong in our system, and I could see it come back online randomly, trying to take over the situation, wanting to be in control, yet realizing that it doesn’t know what it’s doing, where things are going and started panicking.

And that made me think of how similar this event and life really was. How often we get into our own ways, how often we want to control the uncontrollable, how often we think we should know what we don’t and do what we can’t, and therefore we put a lot of pressure, expectations and stress on ourselves. That tiny fragment of this fictional being we call EGO (which doesn’t even exist if you really think about it) thinks it is in charge, it knows the big picture and it knows right from wrong. Yet, it is so wrong. Only thing it’s doing is living in constant fear, stress and being everywhere in the past or future, but never in the now. ….

Then there is the NOW….. LIFE….the PRESENT! The only thing that ever exists. The only real “thing” indeed. No one knows where it’s going, where it’s coming from, but it is here, and it is taking us on the best journey of our lives…if we let it. If we give up control, realize that we don’t know anything, and trust that whatever this life is, this moment is, “it” is knowing a whole lot more than our tiny little Egos could ever comprehend, and just relax into the present moment and go with the flow, wherever it takes us. Whatever feels right in the moment, follow it without overthinking it. Because as soon as the EGO/our little self/ us comes back into the picture, the flow of the magic stops, gets interrupted and instead of us being in our bodies, we jump back into our heads, and that’s what’s causing all the stress, anxiety and conflict. We get out of the present moment, the here and now that feels great and where “we” know what to do (not really, but it is being done to us anyway…life is living through us), and we start watching the movie of the past memories and the future fears…and BOOM there goes the magic, the moment, the flow.

So there it was….the pure freedom and utter panic right in front of me played out within an hours, alternating. All depending on him trying to control the situation OR simply letting go and relaxing into the now. So simple, yet we make it so complicated.

After a long night of therapy, counseling and sex, I can happily announce that our virgin man is no longer virgin, and he did very well indeed, not only giving himself and orgasm, but to me as well. I am proud of my student, and my teacher, who shows me the difference between trusting life, relaxing into it vs overthinking it and trying to control every aspect of it with out little egos.

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I quit blaming men for everything…

I know, in today’s angry feminist world, the “metoo” hurricane movement and its rapid after effects, what I’m about to say probably won’t be a popular opinion among many, but I still think it needs to be shared regardless.

I know the scale is tipping, and the overpowering, dominant, aggressive patriarchy with it’s toxic masculinity seems to be collapsing like the great Roman Empire with the arrival of the fast rising, even angrier and more aggressive feminist movement. Don’t get me wrong, I think it is a necessary change, something that’s evident and was bound to happen, no matter what…. yet somehow it still doesn’t sit well with me that now we assign men to be our scapegoats for all the problems in the world, we fight against them, publicly, heartlessly shame, humiliate and destroy them. Do some of them deserve it? Well… maybe… but who am I to play judge in this game, when I can’t even keep myself clean and holy for a day, let alone a whole lifetime. Plus, when did war ever end with war, or who put out fire with more fire? How will public shaming, humiliation, aggression, hatred, bad mouthing, anger ever bring peace, calm and balance to this world?

And no, I am not saying we should just sit there with our thumbs up our butts and let them do as they please … but I do think that the saying that “hurt people hurt people” is quite accurate, and if someone causes pain to another person, then in order to cure the disease – instead of just getting rid of the symptoms – you have to dig deep, find the root of the cause and heal it from there. Feminists seem -at least to me- that they only want to get rid of the symptoms, shift power and let women rule for a change. But in order to create a healthy world where we can all peacefully coexist (hahhaha listen to me and my futuristic, optimistic, delusional, Utopian daydreams) I think we need to heal men. Yes, obviously, women too…but right now, we should focus on men as well, because if they  heal, we women will benefit from it the most.

Why do I say this?

Because sometimes I play with the idea of me being a man and how it would feel  like to live in that body, in that social role, under those expectations…and let me tell you, I am not particularly wanting to be one. Yes, there are perks to it, as you never have to bleed on a monthly occasion, or put up with PMS for days before it (although we make sure that they suffer from it just as much as we do 🙂 ), be under the influence and mercy of your constantly changing hormones, give up your life  and body after having kids, suffer from work place inequity, or be on the less pleasurable side of this rape culture… gosh, you know what? You are right, what’s my point here? Men suck. End of story, period! 🙂

Nah, I do have a point though. When I pictured myself into a body and role of a man, I realized that there is tremendous pressure on them. From the get go they are cut off from their emotions and feelings. They are not allowed to express and talk about why they are sad, lonely, they can’t cry because “boys don’t cry, you are not a pussy, suck it up, walk it off and rub some dirty on it”. They are so disconnected from their feelings and emotions that we  can’t even blame them for not even realizing that they have any. When you are conditioned your whole life to not feel, or hide it and deny it…. are you surprised that you turn into a cold -hearted asshole?
Then there is the pressure of becoming the Alpha male, the Man, who is cool, who has the most chicks, and if you are anything short of that, then you are labeled as a loser.
Or being the breadwinner. You have the pressure to provide for your whole family, be able to bring home the cash, so that the wifey is happy and the kids are fed. That’s a whole lot of pressure on a person. I know, in today’s modern world women face it as well, but the aftermath of the old school mentality is still present in so many men that are still alive today and passing on their own twisted standards.
Then there is the hormone issue. Yeah, we deal with PMS but have you experienced extreme HORNINESS while ovulating? I know I am a walking sex-machine, and all I see everywhere is dicks. Sometimes I feel like grabbing a stranger from the street and doing him, because I am so under this urge, that I can’t think clearly. And this is only once a month. But at this time I always get a taste of how it must feel to be a man and not being able to stop thinking about sex. It is easier for women to say that “how hard it must be to not think about sex?” when your sex drive is close to zero, but when your hormones hijack your intelligence, you can’t think clearly and it requires a big dose of self-discipline indeed to do what comes naturally for a woman who is not under the “influence”. That’s why guys can only talk about sex and sports and cars because sex is a given … they are a walking sex machines, and the ones that are not, their testosterone levels have dropped drastically for some known or unknown reasons. And sports is because they wanna belong, feel part of the group (just like women) and that’s the only socially accepted public emotional way that they are allowed to talk about it and express it without the fear of being called a faggot. Then cars….because that’s the furthest thing from emotions, therefore a safe subject again.
Not to mention wars… who were disposable? Still are… MEN! They have to suck it all up, be brave, not show fear or terror, and walk into the hungry mouth of death with their head held high. Women and children have the luxury to appear weak and helpless, to show fear…but think about it: do men have this right as well?

So let me be the whistle blower here and blow the cover off of this species called men. They are a whole lot like us, women. Whether we wanna admit it or not, we are more alike than different.
Maybe they have a tougher exterior, maybe they show it differently, maybe they hit first instead of talking it out. Maybe they would rather punch a wall before they would ever show tears in front of others. Maybe they use different tools to get the human touch they crave so badly. Maybe instead of being their honest, open, vulnerable self, they hide behind their masks of masculinity of six packs, big guns and muscle brains, thick wallets and big sports cars.

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But underneath it all, if you scratch the surface a bit and dig a little deeper, you’ll find that they, too, have emotions, but they have not been allowed to express it as freely as we have because they have to seem cool, calm and collected at all times. (Therefore they die of heart attack most of the time). They like poetry, art and songs and kindness, but afraid to talk about it openly risking being labeled gay or a wuss. They need love and acceptance just like we do, but they might not even be aware of it most of the time.

But they are just like us. They want to be understood and respected, just like us. They long for their mother’s arms when they are in pain, just like us. They want to feel connection, just like us. And when they are sick, weak, or the wind of death has touched them a little, they are scared and afraid of it, just like us.

We are all humans. We are not against each other, but FOR each other. Instead of pointing fingers and blaming each other for our own suffering, we should first look into ourselves and see where are we doing the exact same things that we are so vocal about when it comes to accusing the other gender. Then once we found it in us (because we will find it, we are not that holy and innocent after all either) then work on solving the problem instead of intensifying it. A rambunctious child won’t change for the better with punishment, hatred, shaming and blaming. But will respond well to the right kind of attention, love, understanding, listening, providing space to be able to talk about their feelings, and help them feel like this world is a safe place for them to be honest as well.

Once they are healed, we are healed. Once one sees clearly, the whole world will clear up. But it all starts within, with us first. Man or woman, doesn’t matter. It starts in you and ends in you. That’s the secret that can’t be told, only lived.

 

I quit slut-shaming myself (and others)

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I live in a delusional world. And so does everyone else.

Up until yesterday the picture of me in my head was an innocent, playful but harmless little girl who is not that into sex, not that comfortable with her sexuality and is certainly not using her sexual powers to seduce men. Not only that she doesn’t use them, but purposefully suppresses it as well. Just like Elza in Frozen. She is aware that she has a cool and powerful superpower, but since it can be used for destruction once in a while, she is better off not using it at all.

Well, that was ME in MY HEAD…. until reality came knocking on my door. I was talking to a friend of mine about men and my experience with them, when that specific friend asked me to finally write down the list of the guys I’ve had sex with after my marriage. I got divorced 3 years ago, so I had to go all the way back and try to remember everyone I had sexual encounters with. To my surprise, I have forgotten many of my one night stands, but they slowly kept creeping back into my memory field. Obviously I couldn’t remember names, so I listed them as the “juggler guy”, or the “guy I had sex with in tall grass in front of the club”, or  “4 rounds stoned sex one-nighter”. And the list went on and on and on until I hit 36 (THIRTY-SIX!!!). Then I stopped straining my memory muscles and quit counting. I stared at the list in utter disbelief. Quickly called my 2 closest friends and quickly did their math but they could only come up with 12 at the most for the last few years. So “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the slutties of them all?” And here I am the whole time thinking I am the most innocent among my friends. Talking about delusions….

The feeling of shame and unease came over me as I was struggling with this number. Tried to make it look pretty in many ways, divided it by the number of months and it turned out I had one guy for every month. Which, if you put it that way,  is not that bad. If I say that I had once a month sex in the last few years, it is not slutty at all. Matter of fact, that’s a pretty sad fact. So sad, that I should almost feel sorry for myself.  So now instead of feeling shame for being a slut, I am feeling sorry for not getting laid enough. Talking about being confused.

Thirty-six! Is it too much or too little??? Where is the limit between a normal human sexual appetite and a whore and who gets to pick that magic number? Is 20 still acceptable but 21 is crossing the line? Or is 36 still somewhat acceptable but 60 would be unforgivable? And does it make a difference if a man or a woman is the proud owner of this number? Does 36 make a man an average fuck, but makes an instant slut out of a woman? Why do guys become kings of the sheets with the increase of this number, yet a woman should be ashamed of herself if she dares to open her legs to more than 5 visitors within her lifetime?!

So after a flood of moral questions washing over my tiny brain of mine, I quickly gave up on the idea of slut-shaming myself. What for? And what’s the point anyway???

As Kierkegaard said it so beautifully: “Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.”

Well, I have experienced it, alright?! At least 36 time, and I don’t regret any of them. They all taught me something, they all made me feel one way or another, and they all showed me a different side of myself, of my sexuality and personality. What is there to regret? Who says that sex should only be enjoyed within a committed relationship or with one person only? And if I don’t have that one magical person around, what should I do? Put my pussy up on the shelf and let it dry out? Grow a bush on it and hide it until Prince Charming comes along and graces me with his dick presence? Nope. Not this pussy. She is way too curious and too alive to be left in the dark, neglected and alone. She wants to come out and play. Experience what life has to offer, and take all the pleasures (and sometimes pain) it can. No shame in it and I won’t buy into that old school patriarchal ideology that a woman should be immaculate for her man. (Yet the man can screw any maid and mistresses he pleases). That time has passed.

So here I am with the number 36.

I’m planning on putting some more work into it eventually and hopefully the numero 40 will be the magic number. A guy I can give up collecting trophies for, and settle down with…at least for 36 months. (Ok, knowing myself it’s not months, it”s weeks….maybe 36 weeks…that’s more doable and reasonable in my life)

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I quit chasing the big O

Yes, Orgasm!

I don’t care about them anymore!!! Life is just better like that.

No, it doesn’t mean I don’t have sex anymore, but I just don’t chase this end goal and destination as if it determined how enjoyable and “successful” that round was. I don’t understand this societal pressure about wanting to have one or give one (or ten). And people (mostly men, if I want to be honest) measure their “success” or manhood by the numbers of orgasms they could “give” to the woman.

First, and foremost, no one can give a woman an orgasm, BUT herself! If she can’t relax her mind enough, can’ center in the now enough, she will not be able to cum even if the guy is performing a  Cirque du Soleil act on her, because she will be preoccupied with the endless grocery list or her oncoming headache. But I don’t want to minimize the role of the man after all, since he is not just there to carry a warmed up cock on his body, but also to stimulate the woman’s mind and body at the same time (or hopefully so, because unfortunately there are many men out there who prefer the wham-bamm-thank you ma’am jackrabbit style f*cking). But where was I?

My point is basically that men can do whatever they want, but whether the orgasm happens or not, that doesn’t have much to do with them. It is a good news thought! You guys can all relax… and then while so relaxed, pick up the Slow Sex book and educate yourselves. Most women have a hard time achieving (btw, I don’t like that this  word implies another “achievement” and masculine energy, go hustle and push hard until you reach the top) ORGASMS, because of hundreds of reasons. Influence of a conservative mom, religious hangups, shame and guilt around the topic, low self-esteem, shyness, fear of your own wild feminine, hormonal imbalance and physical reasons, etc…
And then if that wasn’t enough reason, there are those weirdos like me, myself and Irene, who is absolutely illogical when it comes to cumming. I noticed that every time I fully enjoyed the whole sexual encounter and I felt loved, safe, desired and sexy as hell, and the energies were flowing freely between us, I enjoyed so much of every moment of it, that I was not possibly able to bring myself to the top and end it. But with guys I didn’t care about or was even somehow taken aback by them, I came all the time. I made myself cum…again, not their achievement, because I did the work on my own body, but I managed to cum.

So now tell me, how is this even possible? How is this a reflection of the quality of the sex you are having?

So I recently had an amazing night with a guy I am madly in love with, and I told him that the whole night we are not allowed to cum at all. Whenever we get close to it, we will slow down and calm down. Believe it or not, that was the most fantastic night so far. We had passionate, sensual, loving and amazing sex for 3 hours without cumming once, and I can not tell you how great that was. We were in the present moment the whole time, taking it all in, not trying to get anywhere, reach anything, but soaking in all the sensuality, all the passion, all the desire and giving it back to the other one. Without an agenda, a final destination, you can just be in the now fully present and not having to rush anywhere makes each and every moment that much sweeter.  It showed him how great sex can be just for the sake of sex, and not because you got to a final destination and you achieved a goal.

I highly recommend it to any couple out there to try this out once in a while.

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(PS: We did have sex in the morning and did cum 😉 and that was good, too!)