sunshinemiss -> RE: How Rampant is Promiscuity? (5/12/2011 4:03:43 PM)
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There was a time in my life when I embraced all things sexual - touching, loving, and intimacy making. I enjoyed it deeply. When I was with someone, I was with them. I loved them in that moment. It was a deeply spiritual connection for me. I was the gal everyone wanted to date because they felt so good being with me. Even if the date was only a few hours and they never saw me again, the love I gave was filled with deep affection, and connection. Sometimes it was sexual, sometimes not. I found that it often didn't matter. People loved that being with me meant they were visible - they were truly visible. That is heady stuff. I consider sex to be on the continuum of many other physical / intimate / spiritual things. This would include arguing, dancing, making music, exercising, kissing... even an authentic, focused smile... anything that involves interacting. The line between what I would do on the continuum with new people welcomed them just about anywhere on the continuum of intimacy. I trusted them and cared for them. In that moment I loved them. It was a spiritual connecting thing for me. As time passed, and I fell in love, I enjoyed sex and that continuum in a completely different way. The man connected with me - emotionally, physically, intellectually, spiritually. It was like a whole other world. He brought the connection back to me. It was no longer give and give and give. The circle of love (for lack of a better term) showed me a different meaning for sex and sexuality. When we broke up, I was devastated. I admit that I found comfort in the arms of other men and did a lot of taking for about a year after that. I sowed my wild oats, and then came out the other side to realize that I wanted what I'd had with the man. Or at the very least, I wanted sexuality to be reciprocal. I no longer had the deep well of love from which I could give to others without receiving. Now, today, I still see intimacy and sexuality on the continuum, but my line of "this I can do" without an actual committed relationship has moved drastically. I still find intimacy, even sexuality, with a dance, with a deep conversation, with a smile when it is focused and complete. I don't however, open my body. I am waiting. I want what the man and I had. If I never have it again, I will still consider myself lucky to have had such a deep and moving experience. His love put sex into a different light for me. When he loved me and touched me, I experienced sexuality in a completely different way. I want that again. I had wonderful intimacy in one way, and then I had it in another way. Both are valid and valuable. Today, I prefer one to the other. I am neither ashamed of or embarassed by my promiscuous past. Why would I be? It was a tool of connection and spirituality for me. There is honor in that. I loved with my body and with my heart. Why would I be ashamed of love? However, it is the narrow mindedness of other people - who use words like "slutty" - to turn something beautiful into something ugly that is offensive. These are the same people who call Goddess worshipers whores, the same people that put G*d into a box, that want to guilt people into unlove. Just because some don't understand the spiritual connection sexuality can have - even with people you don't know well - doesn't mean it doesn't exist. That people would turn my religious behavior into a ugly taboo is offensive and small minded. Just it is not visible on this plane does not mean it does not exist. Ultra violet light is reality even though it is not visible to the naked eye. So too with spiritual sex. Best, sunshine
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