When life is hard, and every day is a struggle just to get through, sexuality often gets relegated to the back burner. Your attention is scattered; your desire is seemingly non-existent. You may not think you have the time, energy, or emotional bandwidth for deep erotic connection, with yourself of others.
During these times, sex may be the last thing you want to do. Masturbation may become purely functional or doesn’t happen at all. Actually living and feeling inside your body when you are suffering may be unbearable. And so you leave: disassociate, check out, numb out, distract yourself. You pretend that sexuality isn’t hugely important. You forget.
We are in a pandemic. Lemme tell you, nothing has been less sexy than staying home non-stop, losing my sense of impact and exchange with the world, and the deep underlying fear of myself and those around me dying from this virus. Not hot.
I would love to welcome the erotic as the place to be with those feelings.
I know, intellectually, that it can be a wonderful place to live out and process all the feelings. But my body is not on board with that right now.
My body says no way, dude. I am not available to experience these intense feelings even more intensely right now. What I need is de-escalating and comforting things and, babes, your sexuality is not that place for us right now. I mean, fair. My sexuality is a tangled zone that I’m starting to map and get the sense of. But it is not yet a place of comfort and joy. I let myself watch movies and shit TV and take baths. Is this my way of doing sex with myself right now? I don’t think it is, if I’m honest…
What if we experienced our bodies as a refuge? What if our sense of safety was held within, and we could choose to find a sense of embrace inside? What if sexuality was a space of home, of welcome? If we could nourish our hearts through feeling pleasure? What if, when our hearts were bruised and tired, we brought loving touch to ourselves?
The shock of this week is how hard it is to bring loving touch to myself.
Not so much the bringing as the receiving part. It’s hard for me to receive loving touch! It’s hard for me to receive pleasure and love wholeheartedly! Where did I learn that I don’t deserve that?
I want my sexuality to be like coming home.
Right now, though, what I see is that it’s more like coming home when the home you live in is a dangerous space. This is very good information that I need to take time to feel sad about. And then, I need to move to a metaphorical new home.
So with this recognition that I can’t spend 30 minutes a day self pleasuring… yet!… I ask myself why? And I return to the frozenness that comes out of past experiences. I realise that I’m still working on things from the earlier weeks in the course. I go back to the trembling exercises and I decide I need a small trampoline because it’s often hard for me to leave the house but this is a way to really move the muscles in which some of my old patterns are trapped. I manage to get my hands on one. And then… I jump.
Questions to Ask Yourself
What if we experienced our bodies as a refuge?
What if our sense of safety was held within, and we could choose to find a sense of embrace inside?
What if sexuality was a space of home, of welcome? If we could nourish our hearts through feeling pleasure?
What if, when our hearts were bruised and tired, we brought loving touch to ourselves? Can you welcome yourself home to your sweet body?
Each day for one week, spend at least 30 minutes alone with yourself, touching yourself. Enjoy yourself any way that feels wonderful. Orgasm is not the focus, but it’s wonderful if it occurs. Try new ways to touch yourself, not just focused on the genitals. How is it to stroke your feet? Your face? Do you like to pinch your inner thighs?
At the end of each session, spend five minutes allowing all the love to settle over your body, and just notice how it is to be with yourself. Savor this last five minutes of the session, then take notes!