A Story About Sex & Sensuality & Psychedelics
I wrote a letter about a night with a lover, and it went "we talked, laughed, danced, sweated, went home and to bed, and talked, laughed, danced, sweated"
The dance of life mimics the dance of sex mimics the dance of the dancefloor.
You're a great dancer
I listened to this whilst chopping vegetables for dinner, and I’m still a little breathless from the sensuality of the entire experience. A little wide-eyed with the wonder and beauty of this experience of yours, and with your heart and vulnerability. Thank you for the small invitation into this experience and the way you’re moving with what you have found there.
I love reading about a man’s sexual experiences and so happy there are others out there who care about how deeply connective sex can be.
very moving, Rich. two uncomfortable subjects for me: sex and drugs. but what you did here was take me out of my own head about them. you hooked me - my love of wildlife and nature - and then I was on a journey with you where all my triggers & beliefs about sex and drugs were turned off and I was just along for the ride, for the story of you. thanks for the trip!
I love this post so much, Rich. thanks for the vulnerability and the effort at embodied language... very much on the same wavelength right now (down to the choice of medicine :-)
I love it. Thanks for showing how much isness and power is released in sharing from that place of vulnerability. Inspiring! I felt like i was sitting next to you as you shared. Thanks for that. I miss sitting next to you
i cant really even begin to explain the ways in which this inspired me. i was aware as i listened that i ought to be taking notes so that i could accurately convey to you the bits that moved me most, and it felt impossible to capture even if i were physically in a place to write notes. thank you for articulating such complex inner wonderings. i see you. i appreciate you.
Thanks Rich, appreciate your honesty and explorations - relevant to me, taking away more curiosity about my own sensuality and safety, a kinder, gentler lense
Thanks for the article. What I find most interesting is my felt sense of inversion to you as your discoveries seem to be my baseline normality; receptivity.
At a deeper level I reckon that the phenomenon your pointing to are energetic impulses traveling around the networked nervous system (like current -sees).
I say this because presence is something that can be moved from one party to another, generally through eye contact. This seems to synchronize all energy exchanges, emotionally speaking it seems to be synchronisation between dorsal and parasympathetic systems.
Mentally it's knowledge and understanding; you might have noticed an accidental infohazard cause mild epelipsy in your interlocutor?
I'm convince of all this because I'm habitually spending energy as soon as it comes to me in order to bring folks of all kinds into a state of presence.
When your lit as fuck with the current of fire youll notice you attract preditors who wish to possess the flame but it must always be given away (or recieved), never stolen.
If you hold onto energetic capital and bank it away from the flow you become visible to Sauron. Hold on to it too long and his cleptocratic minions will come to take it (see most of the VC world).
This is why current must be given to those who are receptive; violence begets violence and grace begets grace. Which evolutionionary path makes more sense?
Fwiw you might find this even explains some theological notions like 'blessed are the meek'.
Excuse me for writing about neither sex or drugs, hopefully a decent jam though that fill the gap for rock and roll ;)
A poignant reminder of the trips I used to have and that every generation needs to discover for the sake of their soul's sanity. Thank you Richard!
Deep resonance reading this. Feeling kindred and inspired. Thanks for sharing ❤️
love this and loved hearing it in your voice. bravo on the articulation and vulnerability.