Sometimes my Friday night entertainment is provided by TED Talks, because smart is sexy. Almost any topic can capture my attention, but when Mary Roach told me that orgasms can cure hiccups, her talk, 10 Things you Didn’t Know About Orgasm became solidly my favorite forever.
Recently, a TEDx talk by tantric sex expert Diana Richardson found its way into my playlist. She introduced me to the concept of mindful sex, the deep intersection of meditation and sex. You can watch her talk here: The Power of Mindful Sex.
Diana defines mindful sex as sex that lets go of orgasm as a goal. Not going to lie, I’m unsure about this suggestion. She says to consider the climax as “an option” but not the sole purpose of the experience. Most importantly, though, she says, is to maintain an intention to be aware and in the moment. She says by viewing our bodies as a whole sexual organ, we can focus on “being sex, not doing sex.” Doesn’t that sound amazing? I want to swim in an ocean of it. Some of my recent sexual experiences with Beard Man have given me a glimpse into this type of sex as a reality, not just a lofty idea. According to Diana, mindful sex moves slowly in every way: breath, penetration, and movement that is more pressure, less friction. Mindful sex is an experience to notice in the days that follow, she says, to track your happiness, focus, and connection to your partner. Goddammit, it sounds like whole-being-altering sex.
While dedicating 3 hours or more to a sexual experience, per Diana’s suggestion, sounds marvelous, my busy homeschooling mom life doesn’t accommodate it yet. I don’t have that kind of time for a sloth romp. If I had a life that allowed me to sit down and watch the Lord of the Rings all the way through, maybe I could trade that in for a mindful experience, but even regular length movies are generally two-part events in my house. Some glorious day we’ll excuse ourselves to our bedroom for hours while the kids are still awake, but nobody is ready for that quite yet. Until then, I’m embracing an intentionally slowed down experience. Today that means an hour versus 20 minutes. Perhaps this is an area where cannabis shows its true value. Weed fucks around with my sense of time, a bit. My awareness tends to be focused intensively on our bodies, such that time is hardly a consideration.
Introducing cannabis to the bedroom I share with Beard Man has opened me to the idea of mindful sex more than I would have embraced throughout my 20s and early 30s. The idea of having slow sex for 3 hours would have sounded boring, like a chore, or even painful. Early on in my sexual life, I thought the best I could hope for was 19 minutes of rhythmic motion with an edge of frustration, culminating in a momentary explosive clitoral orgasm that rode the line between pain and pleasure. In contrast, lately I spend most of our time in the sheets in a hyper-aware state of low-level orgasmic pleasure throughout the experience, with peaks and valleys, twists and turns. In my view, cannabis is training my brain to maintain focus, like a good camera, blurring the background, highlighting the subject. Diane’s Tedx Talk confirms for me that I am seeing a sexual revolution in myself and my attitudes, but with weed.
My relationship with the rest of my body is changing too.
I’m embracing my breasts and nipples as pleasurable FOR ME, not as an attraction tool or a plaything for my partner. What I heard loud and clear from the culture around me told me my boobs were not my own. My breastfeeding years are over, and my parents don’t control my body anymore, so fuck the culture noise, my boobs work for ME now. I’m beginning to see myself overall as sexual and beautiful, perhaps for the first time. I’ve always felt pressure to be sexy, but now it’s happening not because of purchased trappings such as make up, accessories, or lingerie, but because I accept my own pleasure, and it’s pretty fucking cool.
I am rewiring my sexual patterns through plant medicine and self-education. This is life-changing shit.
I am choosing to make stoned love with my partner, and in doing so I am finding acceptance of myself. This idea could not be more important – good sex doesn’t just affect the couple of hours each week I spend having intercourse. Good sex bolsters how I relate to my partner, my kids, and myself during the other 166 hours of the week.
A final quote from Diana: “Awareness in sex creates love, generates love, nurtures connection.”
I’ll light a blunt to that.