“It is no coincidence that the word sacrum is also the anatomical term for the triangular bone at the base of the spine. Our language suggests that once upon a time, Western Civilization understood the sacred nature of sex. This wisdom was lost during the Inquisition, in fact, one might say that this was the purpose of the Inquisition: To create a cultural shift from sex as sacred to sex as sinful.” Deborah Anapol
Given the mystery surrounding ecstatic sexuality, it’s no wonder that many imagine sacred sexuality belongs to the realm of pagan priests or prostitutes, or that it implies elusive all-night orgasmic rituals from ancient civilizations chanting in hypnotic tongue. Contrary to current trends, curious lovers aren’t bound (unless kink is their thing) to dive yoni-first into alternative sexual experiences like polyamory or anal-play in order to reach those transcendent highs. I do not know Sanskrit, practice Wicca, hold modern certifications bestowed upon me by others self-appointed to verify my ecstatic wantonness. If I were alive at the birth of Tantra, only a faint cellular memory still pulses through my bones. Chances are, I was too busy grinding wheat and minding the hearth, such was, and is, the reality for most of us making a life in this world.
That’s not to say that formalized modalities are irrelevant to the journey. Indeed, we all need teachers, guides and mentors who can point us in the direction of our own sacred truths. If it’s not yet obvious, it bears stating: I’m only an apprentice of life’s little pleasures, one of the many drawn to ecstatic sexualove. As transcendent sexuality’s popularity rises and the mystique is replaced with wonder and practice, we must weave a balance between the juxtaposition of carnality and the spirit. Our sexual freedom depends on it.
Given the mystery surrounding ecstatic sexuality, it’s no wonder that many imagine sacred sexuality belongs to the realm of pagan priests or prostitutes, or that it implies elusive all-night orgasmic rituals from ancient civilizations chanting in hypnotic tongue. Contrary to current trends, curious lovers aren’t bound (unless kink is their thing) to dive yoni-first into alternative sexual experiences like polyamory or anal-play in order to reach those transcendent highs. I do not know Sanskrit, practice Wicca, hold modern certifications bestowed upon me by others self-appointed to verify my ecstatic wantonness. If I were alive at the birth of Tantra, only a faint cellular memory still pulses through my bones. Chances are, I was too busy grinding wheat and minding the hearth, such was, and is, the reality for most of us making a life in this world.
That’s not to say that formalized modalities are irrelevant to the journey. Indeed, we all need teachers, guides and mentors who can point us in the direction of our own sacred truths. If it’s not yet obvious, it bears stating: I’m only an apprentice of life’s little pleasures, one of the many drawn to ecstatic sexualove. As transcendent sexuality’s popularity rises and the mystique is replaced with wonder and practice, we must weave a balance between the juxtaposition of carnality and the spirit. Our sexual freedom depends on it.
sexual freedom is when it isn't compulsive.
Great article - thank you! And thank you for sticking your head above the parapet and writing about sexual issues... takes courage indeed.
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