You Don't Know as Much About Pussy as You Think

by [email protected]  Sep 27, 2013

Fear goggles are way worse than beer goggles. No inebriation is necessary in order to totally fuck yourself over with fear. It is an illusion, sure, but through its lens, I can never trust what I see. Especially when looking in the mirror.

It’s amazing how owning up to the fact that I don’t know half as much about pussy as I ought to cuts through the bullshit I’ve been piling up for decades. That clitoris-sized truth was the magic of my first OM—my first experience with Orgasmic Meditation.IMG_3682

Imagine the shame.

All the pussy I’ve gotten, I never really had. There I was—shaky, nervous, sweaty—having no idea how to stroke pussy.

The majority of my sex was based in fear. I’d seen my reflection through the fear goggles so long that I’d become an illusion of myself. While blessed with an aptitude for understanding the mechanics of time and space, it often took years to understand what was happening inside of me.

I couldn’t live like that for another day. One OM and I knew my depth of perception had to grow as deeply inward as I’d learned to grow it outward. If that meant I had to be a master stroker of pussy in order to be a master of me, then yes Universe. Yes.

Stroke after stroke, OM after OM, I've learned that I’m perfectly imperfect—and that’s nothing to fear. I can’t stroke pussy while wearing fear goggles. Not the way I like to stroke. So off the goggles came. Just so happens, without those goggles on, the me I see in the mirror feels different.

Now I’m not an illusion. Nor is my gift to the world: my art and my writing. Thanks to OM, I’m a better editor—and not by some stroke of magic. But by the stroking of a pussy, sans fear goggles. I’m closer to what others see, I notice what others feel.

I penetrate the world with the same energy, intent and love that I put into every OM. I want to feel my audience and I want them to feel me. Every word and letter—on the screen, in the paper, uttered with my breath—is another stroke against the edge of her desire, fear, pain and joy. I taste it all and it is delicious.

When it comes to proposals, pitches and assignments, my clients are being treated to more production ready material. The benefits beyond stroking pussy: sweet.

Fear may be an illusion but as a motivator, fear is moving and inspiring. Wielding it like a magician, I can delight audiences. I’m looking at my flaws objectively and without fear. It's like exploring with a hand mirror a part of my body I've never been able to see. I have avid curiosity. What I find is the courage I've always had to make awesome things happen with new objectivity and these handy tools called fear and OM.