Mindless Sex is Dead
Dear loved ones,
I took a few days off from my blog this past weekend as I needed to think about something that might be worth saying. Also, I wanted to get back to my great love, painting and drawing. There was a young couple sitting in the park at a picnic table and they were facing each other and looking into each other’s eyes. Such a serious look. Maybe this was a meditation or tantric sex practice. I was afraid to bother them, but I did anyway and asked if I could take their photograph for a painting. There was some hesitation and then a none too happy, ‘yes okay’, from her. She didn’t smile. I made a sketch with the photo as a reference and I will include it here now. There is still a matter of painting it, but I have to sit with this drawing for awhile and let it percolate.
The title of this post is ‘Mindless Sex is Dead’, this reminder is for my reference so I do not just blab away about nothing and to bring myself back to the subject at hand. The last series of erotica published (Domination) was about mindless sex, in a sense, and I found it hard to write. There was no love, no caring, no higher purpose, no soulfulness, no longing, no benefit except to get off and to experience something never experienced before like an orgy or a gang bang. Maybe that is enough of a reason, but just having body parts fitting together (slapping in rhythm) is a mechanical thing.
As I was thinking about this subject a friend sent me a link to a book by Anais Nin, titled ‘Delta of Venus’. My friend must be psychic because the very thing I was thinking about Anais Nin wrote about. I am including here a quote from the book:
“You do not know what you are missing by your microscopic examination of sexual activity to the exclusion of aspects which are the fuel that ignites it. Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it draining its blood.”
My attitude about sex has changed in the past several months, partly due to the fact that I am not getting any (ha ha), but mainly because I only really want to experience a sexual coming together with someone I truly love. Then the mindless part can take over and include others, but the base has to be solid and built on a deep soul bond. The passion needs to be there, the desire, the lust, the emotion, the heart pounding, the mind totally transfixed and mesmerized. It can not be just fucking for fucking’s sake.
Does that make any sense?
As I mentioned on this blog many times, I only started writing erotica to please and stimulate my divine masculine. It came very naturally and I was a bottomless pit of sensual stories and situations. I wrote for him. He was the thread that I weaved and built around.
Sex always starts in the mind. Love starts in an open heart.
Thank you for reading what I have written today. I know that I am not philosophical and cannot really do justice to this subject but I wanted to give it a go. I love you. Hugs & Kisses, Summerhill Lane xo