A Cathedral of the Carnal and Sacred

Like any fine art of living, sensuality is a learned and practiced art.  Good lovers are not born, they are made.  Accomplished sensuous virtuosos fine tune their play on the instrument of the human body. If you want finesse, find good teachers, study, and practice.

As a teacher of erotic touch, I’m always amazed in my classes how a room full of fidgety ‘strangers’ transforms magically into a relaxed, inquisitive and supportive community.  In just a few hours we take a sacred journey, beyond silence and shame, that most people (and couples) never take in a lifetime.

Most of us desire depth and breath in our loving as we mature. Such was the case for the sixteen pioneers of conscious touch who met last week for my class on female sensual massage.  I demonstrated on a lovely woman, a teacher in her own right, how to set the stage for a woman’s spiritual, healing, and pleasurable release.  We learned (and some practiced) touching with an open heart, languaging permission, and enjoying the lost art of going nowhere slowly.  Fun.

With the upmost respect and appreciation for the model (and teacher), this group of sixteen men and women, ages 27 to 77years, created a space that felt like a cathedral for the carnal and the sacred. We shared camaraderie, personal stories, tips, and laughter around the temple room.  Our sacrament was honoring the human body; our prayer was to touch like an angel.

The women generously offered ways they like to be touched, including breasts and genitals.  “I like my breasts massaged this way.”  “I didn’t know the outer lips could be massaged like that.” The men graciously drank in the experience and offered theirs, “I never realized how important asking for permission is, or even how to ask.”

All of us (not just me!) shared an afternoon of heartfelt questions and experiences; we all became teachers, for and with each other. It felt like a new era had dawned, exchanging positive (and accurate!) sex information between folks who practice it!  Amazing, could it ever be just like exchanging tips on good eating or exercising?!  How we would all profit!

So my students wanted to know, like all of us, “How do you touch a woman so she relaxes, opens like a flower, and surrenders her mysterious cathedral of carnal and spiritual delights?”   We all became virtuosos exploring and playing the Body Electric. Look what the initial, tentative ‘strangers’ risked by coming to class, look what they walked away with.

In our closing circle, we looked again into each other’s eyes.  We had changed. We were no longer strangers, rather each of us another face of the Divine, each of us honored, nurtured and revered.  We had witnessed the divine Masculine and Feminine at play, searching for wholeness, and connecting in pleasure.  We learned more about becoming each others angels.