An Original Collection of Provocative and Powerful Essay's by R. B. STUART. Her Work Begins and Ends at the Crux of Truth, Sorrow and Humor---Capable of Slicing Through Your Psyche and Piercing Your Heart.
By R. B. STUART
Part Thirty-One
Experiencing sexlessness has happened
to me several times throughout my life at different intervals---and it wasn’t
by choice. But I hadn’t realized that sexlessness is also a bone of contention [no pun intended] in
the long term relationships of my gay friend’s.
It seems to be the norm, no
matter what your sexual preference is, that after a certain amount of time; 10,
20 or 30 years in a relationship---it’s more about turning over to get a good
night sleep then turning over to splay your legs. Sexlessness erodes the
relationship in silence, week after week, month after month, then year after
year. It chips away at the self-esteem of one or both partners. I say “one”
because usually the other is content with the platonic relationship, and maybe having sex
is what made them feel uncomfortable or anxious, whereas not having
sex for the other, is what makes him or her feel inadequate to say the least. It
may fester for decades, until the partner feeling rejected, unlovable and empty
finally throws in the dried and disintegrated box of Trojans, and wants out.
In other circumstances one could vow off sex after a painful relationship, a toxic relationship, being in love with a gay man, having an unrequited fantasy relationship, an abusive relationship, fearing STD’s, the scare of an unwanted pregnancy, or the ongoing angst of being involved with an emotionally retarded man---which run rampant like rats through the streets of New York.
How have you been transformed by sexlessness, a dry
spell, A sexuality, or abstinence?
And how does it change the core of who you are
whether gay, straight, male, female, married or single?
In my 20’s, 30’s, 40’s and
now, the solitary years have lengthened, from one year to two, to five then
seven and ten. One year was an erotic challenge, at two years a cold breeze
erecting my nipples could result in a quivering, five years; the reality of
AIDS, or a pregnancy outweighed the joys of having sex, seven years; I could
still feel the ache in my loins, any old cucumber will do (hold the wax
please), ten years; Tampons no longer fit as I observe my beautiful, limber
hands, “My…where have you been my
whole life?”
The need for a masculine, hairy body, was replaced by a furry dog
satisfying my need to nurture and love. Ironically, he in turn attempted to
quench his animal instincts with my leg. Now even George Clooney can’t
stimulate my desire to fornicate.
Unlike animal’s, why do humans gravitate to a life
of sexlessness either in a relationship or without?
The convulsions of an
orgasm appears to lose its shudder as we age. Ecstasy is so muted now, that the
same sensation can be felt as I create new prose for an essay or a chapter in a
book.
Does that mean as we get
older we are capable of creating an orgasmic life….so in tune with the Divine
that you are overwhelmed with the feeling of all is well and I am One
with God.
Does ecstasy begin to resemble the vibration one
experiences as part of Godhead?
We strengthen that direct
channel of ecstasy to the Divine through being creative, meditation, daily
prayer, affirmations and mantras---equating spiritual development. Once the
sexual longings are removed from the human equation the Divine can flourish. And
if procreation is no longer viable, then maybe the final season of our lives
are meant to be at one with the Divine essence.
As our time on the earthly
plane shifts gears into self-examination and self-reflection we question, “why am
I here on earth” and, “what does my life mean.” That introspection is no longer
clouded by the ecstasy in between our legs, but in between our ears and in our
minds with our pineal gland, considered the “seat of the soul.” It’s responsible for sexual development, and ironically similarly named after a man’s
organ.
When we uncover the Divine
connection to creativity and ecstasy; the ultimate state of Godhead, our
ability to live in the moment returns, as does self-awareness as we awaken our
creativity and imagination and all that is good. And only when you spend time
without having sexual encounters does that mystery unfold.
When we’re no longer
distracted by sexual stimulation, fornication or ejaculation and the need to
physically trespass the boundaries of another persons body, we have the
opportunity to strengthen that direct channel of Divine ecstasy. And that map
of sexual exploration appears to be replaced by a transformation of spiritual
exploration.
Does the removal of sex from our lives automatically
generate a simpler connection to the Divine or make us more creative?
Not to diminish Dr. Ruth
Westheimer’s, work,
but one day honey you’re gonna’ have to throw down that dildo and venture into with the source of that addictive,
orgasmic sensation, that shoots from our loins, our
heart, our skin, our brain----all within seconds. That pin ball sexual trigger in
the center of our wishbone was created by the Master of the Universe, and there
has to be a reason why he added that euphoric feature to our bodies. That electric
chair sensation thrusts us out of our heads and into the moment, eradicating the
imprisonment of our to-do list that we review, change, and check off as soon as
we’re in the horizontal position.
We are born with a higher
vibration of the Divine and Godhead. That purity is unmarred by the world of
darkness, empty voids and self-persecution that opens up to us once we shed our
innocence and co-mingle our body and emotions with another. That portal to our
innate perfection has been chipped away since birth. Higher Consciousness is
lost and love becomes murky due to our need for acceptance and validation, as who we thought we were is changed by
another’s viewpoint of us, and our ideology of self-perfection begins to evaporate.
After the lower frequency,
ego driven, internal fears and self-judgment of unattractiveness, unworthiness, unloveability and loneliness have been slophed away,
and systematically worked through, you are at the beginning of your sexless
journey.
We don’t try to grasp that feeling of completion and perfection again until we are in our third season of life, where we scratch, dig and finally dive into our roots and foundation of the Self, discovering that perfection, non-judgment, self-acceptance, self-awareness and Higher consciousness still exists inside of us, but like archeologists we must carefully pull that mud-soaked version of ourselves up from deep down in the darkened bog…piece by piece. A painstakingly, incremental expedition that can take years before your whole Self finally reaches the surface. And once you’ve achieved that feat, the work of chiseling, scraping, dusting and washing away the pain, suffering, and negativity that’s adhered to you like tar---needs to be evacuated before your reach that highly polished, vibrant, strong, smooth surface of Divine purity that begins to appear like Michelangelo’s David---as you erect the masterpiece you were born to be…..
We don’t try to grasp that feeling of completion and perfection again until we are in our third season of life, where we scratch, dig and finally dive into our roots and foundation of the Self, discovering that perfection, non-judgment, self-acceptance, self-awareness and Higher consciousness still exists inside of us, but like archeologists we must carefully pull that mud-soaked version of ourselves up from deep down in the darkened bog…piece by piece. A painstakingly, incremental expedition that can take years before your whole Self finally reaches the surface. And once you’ve achieved that feat, the work of chiseling, scraping, dusting and washing away the pain, suffering, and negativity that’s adhered to you like tar---needs to be evacuated before your reach that highly polished, vibrant, strong, smooth surface of Divine purity that begins to appear like Michelangelo’s David---as you erect the masterpiece you were born to be…..
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