Benefits Beyond Stroking Pussy, Part 1

by [email protected]  Sep 10, 2013

Orgasm is its own reward so the benefits of stroking are obvious to most men and women. But the practice of OMing offers so much more. Each Benefits Beyond Stroking Pussy feature highlights the depth and pervasiveness of the practice of OM on day to day life. BBSP connects OMing to the roller coaster of life from community, to family and dating to career and beyond.

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There's a lot of talk about opening in the OM community. It's easy to see why.

A strokee not only has to open her legs, but also her mind and heart to get past any blockages that may prevent her from even looking at a nest. Those barriers overcome, she'll see her legs butterfly open like a blooming flower as her lips, hood and clitoris open to Universe of desire and connection.

It's a thick, overlapping conclave of psychic doors that take minutes for some and years for others to peel away. A shared experience, this inner awakening isn't lost on strokers. I travel a similarly treacherous journey through my heart and mind in my OM practice. Decades of piled-on shame, resentment, fear and pain. Layer after layer, peeling, opening until I have no choice but to reunite with my core—something more akin to how I felt as a child.

A lifelong comic geek, I still enjoy watching the Justice League Unlimited on Netflix. 4-star entertainment all the way. I wasn't prepared to have my heart toyed with in the process, however. It's a cartoon, child's play. And I'm a grown-ass man. One who happens to still be growing.

The episode in question featured a massive Hulk-­like monster (not green of course, you see—Hulk is Marvel Trademark, JL is DC, copyrights blah, blah).

The monster proceeded to beat the snot out of several low level super heroes. They were no match. Coincidentally Superman, the most capable character for the job, was busy preventing a star from exploding and extinguishing countless millions in some far off galaxy.

He could not help.

Meanwhile the monster trampled all but one super hero, Shining Knight. It turns out, Shiny boy isn't very powerful at all. He's got a sword, chain metal and quotes King Arthur. None of that prevented him from taking a beating like Rocky.

Shining Knight was beat to a pulp, but never gave up. He lurched on the ground in protest, wagging a finger for what's right. He was willing to die to protect the people. So the Hulk-­like monster accepted the Knights offer. The creature picked up a car and turned to put the puny man out of his misery.

In the next frame, Shining Knight was surrounded by civilians. An elder stood in front of the group, women and children used their bodies to form a barrier around the barely conscious Shining Knight.

Tears welled in my eyes (fuck—it's happening even as I right this!).

I composed myself and took a deep breath—then the tears poured out. I let go and was literally sobbing like a child, and thinking, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?

“I OM you,” said the tiny voice inside.

I never cry for shit. I promised I wouldn't cry ever again sometime in the 80s, after I'd lost my Uncle and Grandmother within a one­-two punch week. I'll never forget finding my uncle with a needle sticking out of his arm, frozen, lifeless. I'll never forget running to wake up grandma, jumping on her stomach and seeing she would never wake up again.

Now, I'll never forget what Shining Knight's childish sacrifice reminded me of, as I sat sobbing. What I care about the most: Helping. Protecting. Standing up for what's right.

We puny humans are at our best when WE STAND FOR ONE ANOTHER. If my tears hold the power to keep me centered on my core values, on what matters, I can't see how holding them back makes any sense. Not when it matters. Not when I care. And not when the river is ready to flow.

Not now, not ever again. I make a new promise to myself. If it's joy, I'll love it and I'll be it. If it hurts, so be it. I can take it and while I feel fear, I'm not afraid. I am open.