So much of what I write here is informed/catalyzed/inflected
by conversations I’ve been fortunate enough to have been a part of elsewhere. And
by far, the talk that instigates most of what I share with you happens during
my time with women and men alike, who’ve been conditioned by the culture to
gloss over matters like sex, under the erroneous assumption that adults - by
definition- most probably know all about sex that there is to know already. That
is, by the act of achieving adult status alone, we’re somehow in possession of
all we need to know about human sexuality.
On the other hand, many folks come to me, after thirty, forty,
fifty years on the planet, rightly assuming that there’s still some “stuff” they
don’t know, but not altogether sure about what that unknown stuff might be.
Either way, what transpires between us is almost always like
gold, precious and beautiful, unnervingly empowering for nearly all concerned.
This is particularly true for the so-called “aha” moments, the unexpected
epiphanies large and small, when the proverbial light bulb comes on. It can happen for a
single soul or sometimes for many in synchrony, due to nothing more
than a serendipitous confluence of events bringing us together to discover
something profound about our collective humanity.
