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On the Nobility of Sex

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Hey Balanced Souls!

Here’s a topic I have yet to breach in my own writing, mainly because it’s simply not my “Foo” as my darling Sparkly Sister calls it…but for  Candice Holdorf, it is.  I love her writing.  She is honest, clear, and authentic, so I feel that offering you one of her articles fits right in over here! If you are interested in her work, she can be found here.

The Orgasmic Life

“The erotic has often been misnamed by men and used against women. It has been made into the confused, the trivial, the psychotic, and plasticized sensation. For this reason, we have turned away from the exploration and consideration of the erotic as a source of power and information, confusing it with the pornographic. But pornography is a direct denial of the power of the erotic, for it represents the suppression of true feeling. Pornography emphasizes sensation without feeling.

Audre Lorde

Yup. You asked for it (even if you won’t admit it). Another article on everyone’s favorite topic: sex!

(End of snarky intro.)

I’ve noticed a trend on elephant journal these past few months of authors and readers decrying the popularity of more “salacious” and “fluffy” content and ruing the fact that “deeper” and “more meaningful” pieces often get overlooked.

I have also seen a number of people complain that all this talk of sex is empty if you don’t also mention love.

The argument goes that all you have to do is put up a picture of a scantily-clad woman, have a title promoting the “Three Easy Steps to Being a Mega Sex-Machine” and bandy about the words cock andpussy and BAM! Instant elephant hit.

Now look—as a sexuality writer, I will be the first one to roll my eyes as some of the schlock that gets published. All the tips and tricks to snag a husband, make her come like a volcano or lose weight so you aren’t a flabby troll who can’t even get laid by a blind man can actually be damaging, prey upon our cultural insecurity and push our sex back into the shadowy recesses of shame.

However, when my work (and the work of my very talented elephant peers) are linked to these complaints, I have to speak up. To question the journalistic validity of an article simply because there’s a “helpful” list or it focuses on sex or there’s only a video and little writing is not only blatantly arrogant—it’s downright insulting.

I’m truly sorry that every single piece on elephant journal doesn’t get the kind of attention it deserves. I have read and re-posted some gorgeous pieces that unfortunately got lost in the electronic fray. However, that is the nature of being an artist. We may create many, many pieces, but only one becomes a Guernica or a Mona Lisa.

In my opinion, I don’t think people are tired of hearing or talking about sex. In fact, I think we’re actually starving for frank, in-depth conversations about it. I think what people are tired of is sex-sationalism—that is to say, the titillating “tee hee hee” that sits on top of our own sexual shame, hunger and insecurity.

We get a “hit” when we Youtube search for various “wardrobe malfunctions” and pop-star lesbian make-outs (and no thank you, I do not need to see a busty woman when purchasing an automobile or deodorant). We become sex-crack junkies, opting for the quick fix in the syringe rather than making the more vulnerable choice of asking directly for the sex we want.

Also, many people tired of sex-sationalism are erroneously suggesting that sex is meaningless unless there is love attached. The assumption is that love is greater than sex and that sex simply for the pleasure of sex is somehow vacant.

Are you kidding me?

First, sex without love simply doesn’t exist. Love is everything. It’s in everything we do. We are love. It is impossible to escape it, whether you’re fucking, eating, pooping, walking, crying or writing. Our capacity to allow ourselves to feel it may fluctuate, but the truth of the matter is that love is the ineludible breath of orgasm. Even when we feel dead and disconnected from the world, love is there—we’re often to proud to accept it, but it waits gracefully and patiently for us to acknowledge it.

Second, it is my belief that we’re confusing romance with love and sex. We have this belief that sex is only okay as long as we do it “tantrically” with someone with whom we are “in love” and to whom we plan on making a lifelong, monogamous commitment. Balderdash. Some of my deepest and most transformative life experiences were one-night stands, bathroom sex and sex with people who were already in committed relationships—all of which were saturated in love.

I actually think romance and other “rule-based” excuses for sex are poisoning our ability to fully open. They sit on top of our pleasure, like an angry schoolmarm, punishing us for enjoying anything that deviates from a prescribed code of social respectability.

To connect to our sexual authenticity, we need to strip sex down to its barest essentials: you, your partner and the sensation at the point of connection. That’s it. I’m not tossing off sex with a committed partner. I give thanks every day for the gift of my beloved. But I had to peel off the layers of what I thought my sex and love should look like in order to recognize and receive him.

Third, having sex simply because it feels good is not only okay—it’s the most noble reason of all.

We have somehow adopted the myth that pleasure equals “lack of self-control” and that denial equals “being a good person.” Perhaps this is a throwback to the “martyrdom makes you a saint” dogma espoused by many popular religions.

However, in my mind, nothing is more noble, innocent and pure than surrendering to the pleasure of our bodies. The pleasure we feel of a soft cat’s fur under our fingertips. The pleasure we feel of a ripe fig bursting between our teeth. The pleasure we feel of warm sun against cool skin.

And yes, the pleasure of sex. The sparks of electricity that ripple across the small of my back when my lover licks my ear. The glow in my heart when I connect intimately with another person. The curious bliss of deepening relationship. The playful thrill of adventure. The stirring of the soul in creating new life.

I neither trust and nor enjoy sex if I or my partners have other agendas—romantic or otherwise. If you are having sex to impress someone, make your ego feel good, negotiate a transaction (i.e. I will eat you out if you suck my cock), disassociate from life, snag a relationship or anything other than surrendering to the pleasure found in our exquisite and miraculous bodies, then it’s not an act of love, but manipulation.

Now, it has not escaped me that a great majority of our sex writers at elephant journal are female and that most (if not all) of those who are “sick of sex” and wanting more “spiritually enlightening articles” are male. This, to me, is an indicator of the taboo surrounding female sexuality and the continuous sexism that blankets the more feminine spiritual paths.

Audre Lorde says:

“The erotic is a resource within each of us that lies in a deeply female and spiritual plane, firmly rooted in the power of our unexpressed or unrecognized feeling. In order to perpetuate itself, every oppression must corrupt or distort those various sources of power within the culture of the oppressed that can provide energy for change. For women, this has meant a suppression of the erotic as a considered source of power and information within our lives.”

The world of sex is feminine: dark, uncertain, combustible, frightening. It’s a spiritual path that pulls us down into the mud of humanity before we can push off the ground into the more celestial (and masculine) realms of consciousness. So when I see my fellow sister-authors (and brothers as well) gather the courage to share their erotic opening with the world (yes, that includes E.L. James, regardless of your opinion of 50 Shades), I want to scream from the rooftops “Write on! Your expression is my inspiration! Your voice is my healing!”

We each have our niche—that thing that calls forth from us our greatest power. Yours may bevipassana. Someone else’s may be crocheting. Mine is sex and orgasm. Perhaps if I wrote about cookie baking or child rearing, you might be able to categorize me in a socially acceptable binder full of woman.

I genuinely pay tribute to the vibrant community elephant journal fosters and the myriad of voices that come out to play. Questioning and challenging are important and encouraged—it spurs personal and social creativity. But writing off other people’s work as cheap or “simply trying to make a name for themselves” is simply disrespectful.

So. For those of you who are tired of reading about sex (but not really) and need a list and a video to satiate your elephant appetite, I humbly offer you Seven Non-Sexual Tips to Spice Up Your Sex Life:

  1. Chew your food slowly. Savor the experience. Use all five senses and allow the flavor to slide over your body.
  2. Express gratitude. When you come from fullness and approval, it expands your capacity to receive.
  3. Do something loving for yourself every day. If you know how to love yourself, you will take nothing less from anyone else.
  4. Practice service. When you recognize your abundance and allow it to spill over, your joy transforms you into the most attractive person in the room.
  5. Break the rules. Violate the “No’s” and “Can’ts” in your life and you will be bold enough to do it in the bedroom.
  6. Surround yourself with beauty. When you know what gives you pleasure, you can recognize it and ask for it.
  7. Laugh. It takes the pressure off to perform and connects you to the crooked perfection of life.

Blessings, and ease…



Author: robindrury

Dr. Robin is a chiropractor in Leominster, Massachusetts. She practices Applied Kinesiology, and helps people who want more health and vitality than they currently are living with. Go to for more information!

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