I Let the Orgasm Come to Me

I Let the Orgasm Come to Me

I’ve always been orgasmic. My parents didn’t get the memo that I should be discouraged from touching my vulva as a child. I remember exploring my genitals as a preschooler. It felt good. When hormones brought me orgasms at puberty, I masturbated multiple times a day....
I Finally Gave Myself Permission

I Finally Gave Myself Permission

For many years, I didn’t even consider that I had preferences for anything. “Where do you want to go for lunch?” “Anywhere is fine with me” was always my pat response. I found a way to like – or maybe a better word is accept – most anything. I accommodated the...
My Arousal

My Arousal

I love feeling sexually aroused. My vulva feels warm and tingly. My breath and heartbeat quicken. My senses are alert.The sun shines brighter.Every aroma smells robust,My skin welcomes every touch.Foods taste delicious. I feel alive. Arousal isn’t a necessarily a...
Feeling Full and At Ease

Feeling Full and At Ease

I always think of a word to sum up a Bodysex Workshop. My word for May’s workshop is ease: “to be free from something that pains, disquiets, or burdens.” The day before the workshop, there were some bumps. Carlin’s flight was late which made getting the equipment to...
My Experience with Penetration

My Experience with Penetration

I remember penetrating myself with my fingers for the first time when I was 3 or 4 years old while taking a bath. “Mommy, I found a hole in my vulva and it’s not where my poop comes out.” “That’s your vagina,” my mother replied matter-of-factly. “It’s the place where...
Permission for Pleasure

Permission for Pleasure

I’ve always managed to find pleasure through mindfulness in everyday moments: The orange and deep pink in the sky and water during a sunset The calming sound of the water lapping at the shore. The lemony smell of the soap as I wash my hands The soft, warm feel of...