Sometimes I’ll just be sitting in my car listening to a song or being adventuring through the Santa Cruz forests and suddenly I get overwhelmed with a feeling of happiness. It feels like something is pouring out of my chest and my heart. One time I asked my mom if there was a name for this kind of feeling.
First, I explained it to her: My body shakes and I feel like there are rainbows and sparkles radiating off my body.
Second, her response: You mean an orgasm?
Exactly. Well, actually not exactly an orgasm in the biological sense I suppose, but when it comes to the eros or the erotic or the sexual excitement. Erotic and sexual pleasure often confined to our typical meaning of sex which is secluded to intercourse and the like. We get off from whatever energizes us or relaxes us to satisfaction. Some may say it is a sense of spirituality.Whether it be painting, yoga, playing music, a nature walk, “a scene in a movie, an asisle at the store.” Whatever gets you off, man.
I love what Susie Bright writes in her book, Full Exposure, “Sex is one of the few honest places inside us; it doesn’t know how to lie, even if we change the story for the public.” Deep down, we can’t truly deny a feeling or what gives us that feeling. You can deny to the outside that you would ever want someone, but still be attracted and still get that surge of butterflies fluttering about in your tummy. We have so many ways of describing this feeling, like flow or being connected to the universe or being on top of the world. This is our erotic life, and it doesn’t lie.
We can’t deny sex as a form of pleasure and outside of procreation when it offers the same feelings as those felt in church or on the playground as a child. It’s a feeling that grows with us throughout our life time as a natural instinct that deserves to shine in all outlets, rather than to be denied in sex.
