The War on Pleasure

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Warning: This post contains 900 words. And stuff that could possibly change your life.

Sometimes I get this idea that every post I write here has to be epic and uber-ly useful (many thanks to the highly convincing authority figures in the world of professional blogging that I once in awhile listen to.)  I start writing a post here and there about life and stuff I find fascinating and never hit publish because well, I am a bit confused between what I want to write and what I think I should write.

So silly.

But not really.

It’s kinda like me finally finding the courage to go to the NIA class after a year of sitting on my desire and then finding a lame excuse for missing it last week. Same feeling of confusion, insecurity, and really, resistance to this pull, this tug, this urge to do something JUST BECAUSE I WANTED TO and FELT LIKE IT.

I call it the War on Pleasure.

Or Intuition. Desire. Delight. Vulnerability. The Divine Feminine. The Female Orgasm. Take your pick.

Because they are all one and the same.

Sadly, most of us are so unaware. Or maybe it’s just me.

And if we are aware of this war, most of us are front-liners in the battle, armed with our responsibility charts and never-ending to-do list, people to serve and help and encourage and support and…please.

But it’s not our fault. We were not born this way. We were trained to be this way. Our culture, perhaps our religious dogma, our family, our education has prepared us well to fight Pleasure on all counts. We value thinking right over feeling right. We value our spiritual lives over our physical lives. Dogma over Desire. Information over Intuition. Achievement over Awareness. Competence over Curiosity. And on and on the list goes.

The War on Pleasure.

(Or Intuition. Desire. Delight. Vulnerability. The Divine Feminine. The Female Orgasm.)

Tell me, how many pleasurable moments do you have in one day? One? Two? Maybe a few more if you’re lucky. Because it’s luck isn’t it? We wait for the pleasurable circumstances to come our way. We never really think about intentionally creating a life of Pleasure from dawn until dusk because well, we’re adults! We’re mature! Only children do that! We have a Big Life to live, bills to pay, work to do, chores to finish, people to help and so forth. Who has time for Pleasure?

(And don’t even get me started on how many women fake it in bed right now as I type this! A glaring symptom of the not-so-obvious.)

But what if…just what if Pleasure was our birthright? That we were intended for a Life of Pleasure from the moment we wake up until we lay our heads down to sleep?

What if we were created to wake up to the delightful sounds of birds chirping instead of the obnoxious beep of the alarm clock? What if we were supposed to wake up when our body is ready to awaken and not just because we have to get somewhere on time? What if we were meant to indulge in the sensation of water cleansing our bodies and the renewal it brings for the day ahead instead of just another mindless quick shower we opt for? What if we were meant to savor food that truly nourishes our body for the morning instead of the quick jolt of caffeine and sugar rush that so many of us are unable to live without? What if our bodies knew exactly what was good for us (like what to eat) and that we know it’s good because it feels (or tastes) dang good?

What if life with little children was meant to be a remedial course in childlikeness and creativity and FUN, instead of the everyday suffering and hardship and frustration and martyrdom that some of us are so addicted to? What if work was deeply satisfying and enriching and life stretching first before it is tedious and oh so hard? What if sex was supposed to be mutually white-hot, where both man and woman know, embrace and celebrate the Female Orgasm just as much the Male Orgasm? What if everything we did from morning until night were a bunch of yes-es to things that give us the Genuine-Legit-Deep-Down-In-Our-Bones-And-Hearts-And-Soul kind of Pleasure?

Can you imagine how turned on and up we would be with all that energy that flows to us by intention, instead of a constant leak of energy from our lives by the things we choose by default/status quo/mindlessness? Can you imagine how women would be when coming together? How the jealousy + judgments + mental catfights and unending comparisons might finally dissolve? We’d be too caught up in Pleasure for any of those petty things!

Can you imagine how much more cheerfully giving and generous we would be if there always a supply of Feeling Good All The Time?

Yes, I know. Me Too.

My stifled imaginations won’t let me.

But oh, I’m so hungry.

Because I’ve tasted. And I’ve seen. And I’ve heard. And I’ve felt.

The Pleasure of Movement. The Pleasure of Giving Birth. The Pleasure of Mind-Blowing Orgasm. The Pleasure of Song. The Pleasure of Breastfeeding. The Pleasure of Little Children. The Pleasure of the Everyday Moment. The Pleasure of Food.

And what if all these things reconnect us to Pleasure simply so that we can be a step closer to who we truly are?

Because that is the whole point of this War, I tell you.

To keep us so entangled in trying so hard to be the person we think we should be.

We were born for Pleasure dear sisters. Just look at your young daughters. And see how every waking moment they are devoted to Her.

Do you feel the hunger too?

It’s time for liberation.

Are you in?