Archive for the ‘Sensual Writing’ Category

Open Heart

Tuesday, March 25th, 2014

It’s a big open heart

But like yours
like anyone’s
it has been hurt
it has been taken for granted
it has stretched beyond

and sometimes
it demands protection
at the least convenient times

Why The Sensual Life?

Friday, August 31st, 2012

I didn’t call it The Sexual Life, did I? That’s because I also know that the body has a wisdom all its own. And for years, I didn’t listen to mine. As I looked around, I saw the same story over and over. I noticed most people living through the thoughts and feelings manufactured by their minds. Completely missing an important piece of the puzzle…the wisdom of the body.

The Tepid Thrill of Winning Our Kickstarter Appeal

Wednesday, August 29th, 2012

What will it take to change the conversation we have, personally and culturally, about our sexuality? How can we start to perceive our sensuality as separate from our sexuality…and why would we want to? What will it take to shake off the shame, commercialism, repression, suspicion, and objectification off our sex…and discover the primal eroticism of its inherently vulnerable, honest, intimately revealing nature instead?

Censored By Kickstarter

Tuesday, August 21st, 2012

Intimacy is the new porn…and I am apparently the face of the new pornographer. At least, according to Kickstarter, and their partner-in-crime, Amazon.

The Sensual Life Goes To Harrisburg

Monday, April 30th, 2012

…but it also feels impossible to sit idly by as so much legislation aimed not just at women, but at sexual freedom in any form, is being churned out faster than cotton candy at a carnival. You can’t live a sensual life if you must live in fear that it will have dire consequences. And as an advocate of every person’s right to live a fully-expressed sensual and sexual life, how can I possibly stay quiet? For now, the answer is, I can’t.

Love Letters – A Confession

Wednesday, February 2nd, 2011

You brush away parts of me the way a mother wipes crumbs off her child’s chin. Whatever shame, doubt, rage might show up on me is gone — just like that. I am clean, reborn — new to a love like this. A love with no having. A love with no form or structure. A love without time or season.


Thursday, October 21st, 2010

Nothing like a little nostalgia to put you right over the edge! All the sweet moments with past lovers. The beginnings and the endings brilliantly sketched out. The middles notable only in their absence. The nothing-to-say-ness about them spoke volumes. Except for one. Written smack in the middle of my marriage.

A Sensexual Beginning Begets An Essensual Ending…

Tuesday, October 19th, 2010

On one fine day in Eden, so the story goes, boredom fell upon the garden and all hell broke loose. And in the end, Adam and Eve knew something they shouldn’t have.

PoemPost: Being and Becoming

Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

To reconcile being insignificant and infinite at the same time seems to preclude folding laundry…

What Do You Want?

Tuesday, January 26th, 2010

I remember the first time someone asked, and I felt like they truly wanted to know. It was like they had thrown a glass of ice-cold water in my face.

You mean, there is a step beyond complaining? You mean, I can not only ask for, but actually receive, what I want?

A whole new world opened to me. A world I couldn’t trust, wasn’t prepared for, and suspected might do more harm than good if I succumbed to the temptation to answer. Then, even when I gave myself permission to answer, I discovered I had no words. Whatever age or time in my life I learned that we rarely get what we want, and when we do, it probably comes with a higher price tag than we’d want to pay — the damage had been done.

I no longer had a voice for my desires. In fact, I didn’t even know I had desires. I was aware only of a vague sense of yearning…a restless sort of discontent…and of course, an insatiable craving for things I was sure I couldn’t have.