Up the ass or the nose?

Katie: So wait a minute. Why would those guys crush up that pill and snort it? Why not just swallow it?
Kris: Because those types of pills have a time release coating on them. If you crush em, you break through the coating and get all the high at once.
Katie: So why not just swirl the powder around in a glass of water? Why snort it?
Kris: Because you metabolize it differently in your stomach than you do up your nose with the mucous membranes.
Katie: So why not shove it up your ass then? That’s full of membranes.
Kris: Doesn’t that seem like a big production?
Katie: I would way rather shove some shit up my ass than snort it.
Kris: Whatever. I’ve snorted things a few times. It’s not that bad. I’d snort it way before I’d go sticking it in my ass.

What About Men?

Recently I was looking through this amazing Annie Leibovitz book called “Women”. It’s filled with portraits of all different kinds of women with the obvious message of – woman can be whoever they want to be. A woman can operate a tractor, nurse a baby, bake a cake, fly a fighter jet, and on and on, right?

Ok, I get that. I think we all do at this point.

Suddenly I was annoyed by the book and struck with the thought of – what about men?

Where’s the book filled with portraits of men? Where’s the book singing the praises of men and celebrating all of the different things they can do and be? Where’s the picture of the man snuggling a baby, fixing the roof, making a quiche, folding the laundry, or changing a tire? This might be my next project. A photographic celebration of men and all the wonderful ways they can be.

Men get shoe horned into traditionally masculine roles with no regard to what else they’re “good for”, or what really makes them happy. No one talks about men’s repression, but often they are very repressed. Men are applauged for doing traditionally masculine things, and judged if they’re not. If they don’t fufill the classic male protector/provider type, then there’s something wrong with them. At worst *gasp*, they’re gay, and at best they’re labeled the sensitive, girly type. Men are not celebrated for being emotional, they’re not encouraged to be vulnerable and they’re told to “be a man”. 

Of course the same things happens to women. If a woman is career driven and is away from home a lot she’s somehow doing something wrong, she’s not a good mother. But then – if a woman is a stay at home mom, it’s only because she’s stuck in the ancient belief system that says that’s all a woman is good for. What about the women who are deeply satisfied being attentive wives and mothers? What about the women who have a supportive community, a great partner and are able to fulfill their masculine and  feminine sides? What about the woman who is a wonderful, loving, patient fantastic mother, and still gives plenty of time and energy to her professional aspirations? 

So now we’re stuck in this cycle of:

Men are applauded for doing traditionally masculine things

Women are applauded for doing traditionally feminie things

Men are judged for doing traditionally feminine things

Women are judged for doing traditionally masculine things

It seems most people confuse masculine with male and feminine with female. When we do this, it makes us feel like we need to pick sides and it pits men against women. It doesn’t acknowledge the fact that men have masculine and feminine energy that needs to be expressed the same way women have masculine and feminine energy that needs to be expressed. Yet, it’s always about one or the other. If we’re a wife and a mother, we can’t also be a tattoo artist or a punk band drummer. If we’re a husband and a father we can’t also attend a yoga retreat or learn how to sew our own clothes. (I’m terrible at analogies, but I think you catch my drift). In reality – we all have masculine and feminine sides to ourselves. It’s not about being a man or a woman. It’s about being a fucking well rounded person and doing what makes YOU happy.

12 Year Old Boners vs The Northern Lights

Katie: So do you, like, remember your dick getting bigger? I mean…..like….when did you start masturbating?

Kris: I don’t know….the 7th grade.

Katie: So from the time you were 12 – was there like a moment where you were like, “Yeah, this is what I’m talkin about. I’ve got a pretty good sized penis now.”

Kris: I don’t think so….I don’t know….I don’t remember what a 12 year old boner looks like.

Katie: Because for me – I totally remember when I finally was satisfied with the size of my boobs. It was when I was about 17.

Kris: I wish I could remember what my boner looked like back then.

Katie: Maybe I could get a look at one. I could just like find a 12 year old with a boner and make ’em show it to me.

Kris: I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure that’s illegal. I’m pretty sure an adult seeing a 12 years olds boner is almost impossible. Like, the only person who would see a 12 years old boner is another 12 year old.

Katie: 12 year old boners are so elusive….like the Northern Lights.

Kris: Um, no. Lots of people see the Northern Lights every year. Lots of people do not see 12 year olds boners. That’s not the same thing at all.

Being joyful has turned out to be the best marketing ever.

8 years ago I accidentally started a business that has kept me self employed steadily.

When I started, I didn’t know dick about business. I wasn’t trying to get rich. I just wanted to do something every day that didn’t make me hate myself and my life. I accomplished that fairly quickly and it was the first in a series of events that would help me realize what a powerful force I am in creating the life I want.

The best part? Most of it came naturally.

If you read anything about business and marketing, it will tell you that personal relationships are key. Being innovative, creative and on top of your market are so important. And we must not forget to be likeable, relateable and memorable to help ourselves stand out from all the others trying to do the same thing that we are.

Personal relationships came effortlessly because once I found my purpose I wanted to be around other people who were passionate about the same things so that we could bond, share ideas and continue to inspire each other.

Being creative came easy because I was constantly inspired by the work I was doing and the people I was meeting. Staying on top of my market is a given because birth work is a very social field. I am what I do, there’s no separation so reading studies, articles, books and blogs about anything related to my field is not a chore.

I think it’s safe to assume that I’m memorable, relateable and likeable, though I’m sure I’ve triggered and pissed off more than a few people along the way. If you are vulnerable and authentic – people will usually relate to you. Our thoughts, problems and human experience in general can seem so unique until we share them and realize that lots of other people know exactly what we’re talking about. If you can keep a sense of humor while speaking your truth, you will surely be likeable and memorable. I don’t put up a front or wear a different hat when I’m meeting a client or networking with other professionals. Who I am in life is who I am in my business. I don’t assume what others want or need. I am just me.

The point of this post, and what inspired me to write are two separate instances where my joy was what made me stand out. If you’re reading this you probably already know: I love placentas. Some of them bring me to me knees in tears for the sheer power that they hold. Some of them I spend hours posing and photographing. All of them bring me joy.

I picked up a placenta shortly after a birth and one of the birth attendants I happened to know, though not very well. We stood around chatting for a few minutes and she said, “I just have to tell you that people are talking about you and your joy for  placentas. You are becoming known as someone who really honors and loves them.”

Recently I received a call from a colleague who had just finished at a birth and had a mom who, at the last minute, saved her placenta and wanted it encapsulated. This colleague of mine was on the opposite side of town and dropped the placenta off to me. I asked her, “Why me?”.  I asked this out of sheer curiosity because I know there are were other people she knows that do this work, and those people were a lot closer. I wondered if she just couldn’t get a hold of anybody else, or if maybe she thought I needed the money or something.  Her answer surprised me. She said, “Because I know how much joy they bring you. And the thought of this placenta being infused with such love made it a no brainer.”

Don’t get me wrong, I have a website and business cards. Occasionally I’ll donate a gift certificate or contribute materials for marketing grab bags. But the biggest avenue for receiving business has been my personal relationships and involvement in the community, both in person and across the interwebs. And it turns out: being unapologetic and joyful has turned out to be the best marketing ever.

 

Lazy or liberated?

This article totally inspired me today, as did a conversation with one of my closest girl friends, and an awesome CST session I had a couple of weeks ago.

I love the synchronicity of everything because when I try to find a “starting” point for this story, I could just keep going and going and going back. But I have to stop (er…start) somewhere.

I had a friend call saying she was auditing a CST course and they needed volunteers for practice sessions on the last day. I of course went and was lucky enough to be paired with my friend, who I have shared amazing healing sessions with in the past.

The session was wonderful, though I didn’t walk away feeling profoundly changed or moved right away. This is sort of my M.O. – it usually takes a bit for things to fall into place for me.

The few days after the session I was sleeping like crap. Mind racing, laying in bed so fucking tired physically, but with a mind that felt like I’d just drank 4 cups of coffee. It was awful. It didn’t even occur to me that it’d have anything do with the session until a couple of days in. Of course it did. My body was totally processing all of the shit that had come up. Derp. I texted my friend, who suggested some rescue remedy and epsom salt soaks. I also grabbed a homeopathic for sleep while I was at it. That night, I slept like a baby after a little bit of self care.

During that same time I had a profound experience with a placenta. I brought it home and felt very heavy in my heart as I was setting it out on my table. I couldn’t tell why and thought maybe I was just being emotional since I hadn’t been sleeping well, maybe I was about to start my period, whatever. Bull shit excuses. My logical mind trying to make sense of the fact that I literally sat down next to the placenta, hand on top of it, bawling like a baby.

I dropped the finished placenta off and forgot to include the placenta print I had made. This prompted mama to share with me that she would be grateful to have the print as she had miscarried a twin early on, but had not passed the twin – it had fused to the placenta. THAT was exactly what I was feeling. The essence of that sweet baby who was there and gone all too soon.

Now – the first thing that hit me was why had I not shared my experience with the mom right off the bat? I had judgments about her that made me uncomfortable to share with her. I was embarrassed at my experience. I lacked confidence that I had felt anything “real” that would make sense to her. All kinds of shit like that was coming up for me, specifically related to more feminine aspects of myself that I wasn’t honoring as valid experiences. I was uncomfortable with myself, and I was doing that thing we all do when we’re uncomfortable – blaming it on the woman (me) being “too emotional”, “too sensitive”, “it must be that time of the month”, etc. What the fuck is that?

Also in this time we had some couch surfers request to stay. My boyfriend asked what I thought and my instant reaction was “No”, but then I felt bad. I felt like I “should” host them. That I “should” give them somewhere safe to sleep. That I’d want to someone to do that for me so I don’t want to put out “bad travel karma” by not doing it for someone else. I was feeling very emotional (it was the same day as the placenta) and like I was processing all kinds of things, but I didn’t honor that at all. A friend pointed out that if I had been physically ill I wouldn’t have hesitated to turn the travelers down. Why did I not have the same respect for what I was experiencing energetically? And why did I feel such responsibility for these travelers? Like I’m the only fucking host in Phoenix? That their salvation is in my hands? What a load!

As my boyfriend was texting these travelers back I said, “Ok, but tell them that they can’t come until after 9 or something. No. No, wait a minute – just tell them the truth. Tell them we’re fine with them sleeping here, but we are not up for company or hanging out.”

At least my throat chakra came out for a minute there.

Even that – why was my first instinct to lie? Why not just be honest? Who am I trying to impress? Whose feelings am I worried about hurting? What the fuck is my deal?

The travelers ended up coming, and it was ok, but we definitely shouldn’t have hosted them. It wasn’t about the travelers. It was about me and my total lack of regard for what was best for me. I even made assumptions about how my boyfriend felt. I assumed he wanted to host the travelers, and I didn’t want to disappoint him by saying I didn’t want to. In reality – he didn’t give a fuck. He would’ve been happy to do or not do whatever felt good to me.

And “Bad travel karma”? That is such bull shit. Karma isn’t tit for tat. And maybe karma is bull shit to begin with. But even so – you get back what you give, although I don’t believe it’s in the sense that the universe is keeping score. It’s not host a traveler and be hosted. Hold a door open for someone and someone will hold a door open for you. It’s  do good things and good things will happen to you. In general.

Speaking more to the article I posted above, which is titled “Puzzle Pieces: Letting Relationships End” – this is a belief that has made sense to me for a while.

I totally believe that some people come into my life for a very specific purpose, to inspire a great action, to teach a lesson, to nurture me through a difficult time and then we drift apart. Sometimes dramatically, especially if one person is not wanting to let go, wanting to make sense of it all, etc.  Mostly it’s totally natural. There’s no big event, there’s not even anywhere you can really pin point “the end”. It just happened.

Take my marriage for example: it was with my then husband’s support that I was able to dive head first into the unknown and become self employed as a doula. It was becoming a doula that made me realize how much in my life that I believed was total crap, and he did too. We changed our eating habits, phased chemicals (cleaning stuff and personal products) out of and off of our bodies, went to our first yoga class together, meditated for the first time together, became profoundly changed people, together.

Now, that’s not to say that our relationship didn’t end dramatically (it did), but looking back – it totally makes sense to me now and I’m grateful we were together, and am just as grateful that we’re apart now because in the end we were holding each other back and would’ve continued to do so.

A few weeks ago I made a list of the things that were flowing in my life and the things that were feeling resistant. The resistant list was very short, and the flowing list was long. Though often it can feel the opposite because the resistant things feel so much heavier, and they tend to be the things we talk about the most. Ever since that sort of realization I have been consciously putting my energy towards the things that are going well, and spending much less energy on things that are not going well. It might sound silly, but some examples are not getting caught in negative threads on facebook, not reading the comments at the end of articles, not replying to some strange emails I’ve received (where a response would’ve been pointless anyway), not pursuing relationships that have fizzled, etc. Maybe that’s lazy, but I don’t care.

It’s totally liberating.

 

11 Things You Maybe Didn’t Know About Me

1. After I poop, I wipe a couple of times, and then on the last pass I spit on the toilet paper and press the paper against my bee hole predominantly with my middle finger, so that my middle finger sort of dips into my bee hole and gets the last little bit of anything……wait. Doesn’t everyone do this?

2. One of my biggest pet peeves are processed vegan/vegetarian food products – they’re just water & gross oils + a bunch of artificial thickeners and stabilizers. Or toxic soy mush fake meat crap. This is worse to me than regular processed foods, because vegan/vegetarian processed food is marketed as the healthiest shit ever. And it’s so not. Just eat real food. Most vegan diets are way worse than mine, and I eat everything, just in whole form (raw milk, meat, nuts, produce, etc.)
3. Sometimes I spend large amounts of time photographing placentas, both in their raw state, and after I’ve made them into capsules. With the finished products in particular – capsules, cord, amnion, etc. – I will stage them with back drops & proper lighting and I’ll arrange them in all kinds of different set ups sometimes taking 100+ photos at a time.
4. I am very sensitive to my environment – improper lighting, unpleasant scents and smells, sounds, bad music or T.V., clutter, etc.
5. I clean when I am stressed and it always makes me feel better. Cleaning is a guarantee that I can accomplish something and have a physical result.
6. I am really, really good at being alone. I treasure any alone time that I get. I could spend a week home alone, not see a soul, never leave the house and it would be the best thing ever.
7. I hate anything that involves going uphill. Even if it’s as simple as being on my bike on a road with the slightest of inclines. I hate stairs. I hate hiking. It all sucks to me.
8. I LOVE buffets. The Whole Foods salad bar is my favorite. Or the buffet at the Wynn in Vegas.
9. If I have to buy a plane ticket to travel somewhere, I can’t fathom being away for less than two weeks. If I’m crossing an ocean, then at least three or four.
10. I first met my boyfriend when I was 13 and he was 22. We didn’t get together until I was 25 and he was 34.
11. Just about every night I’ll rub my finger on my vagina because I love how it smells. I always always try to get my boyfriend to smell it too, but he won’t. He likes smelling it in a sexual context, but not in general. I love smelling it all the goddamn time.

Randy Futon Sex & Personal Breakthroughs

Ok, so – my boyfriend and I have lived with roommates for the last 2 years of our relationship. We love living with people, but it has put a serious damper on our sex life. Case-in-point – the hot hot sex we had on our futon when our roommates were out of town and we were home alone, which seriously never happens (the being home alone part).

Granted, having roommates is just one part of the conditions dictating our sex life. I’ve had some awesome personal revelations that have way improved our sex. But even so – the roommate thing is a big deal. And it’s easily fixable. So we may be leaning towards not having roommates in the near future. Who knows.

I wanna give a little back story. I have been working on my second chakra for a while now. If you are into the 7 year cycles – the foundation of my second chakra was laid from age 7-14 – a time when all I saw were very unhealthy images and situations about sex from my mom. At the time I thought she was the coolest mom ever, but in hindsight – she set a horrible example. She had lots of casual sex, her worth was tied to whether a guy liked her or not, she was emotionally unstable and unhealthy, etc., etc. I of course didn’t realize this unhealthy foundation until much later in my life.

I don’t have a relationship with my mom. She is mentally very unhealthy and certifiably insane. It’s all or nothing with her and it took me a lot of years to shift from the all to the nothing.

Just because I have shifted to the nothing does not mean that it’s easy or that I don’t feel sad some times when I think about how I don’t have a mom.

I think that my second chakra, my sex life, and my relationship with my mom are all very much connected. I felt I needed to really super address my mom issues in order to improve my sexual health, since it’s all connected.

That notion first came up in a session with a myopractor I was seeing. I had been having neck pain and was trying to address it. During one session the myopractor was working on my hips, which have always been wonky and my pelvis has always been visibly very uneven. She noted how misaligned my hips were and mentioned my second chakra. For days after the session my mind was spinning with that simple connection – my pelvis/second chakra and my neck pain. That was over a year ago.

Then I started noticing weird things about my behaviors during sex – I felt very disconnected and was super duper spacey and not into sex. Because every time I would have sex it would stir up my second chakra and all of my mom issues. So of course I couldn’t be present during sex. You know? I came to the realization that I wasn’t going to enjoy sex until I made some big strides with my mom crap, and with resetting the foundation of my second chakra.

I went and saw a shaman about 6 months ago and during a visualization he led me through, I had to picture the negative feminine. What I pictured were 3 women – my great grandma, grandma and mom – walking in a single file line towards a river (I was on the other side of the river). By the time they reached the edge of the river, all three women had morphed into one giant, super scary, faceless woman cloaked in black.

Soon after that I had a BodyTalk session and in the session it came up that there were 7 generations of women (on my moms side) waiting for me to break this cycle. The cycle being that all the women on my moms side are in this viscous spin of unhealthy relationships and their self worth being tied up in romantic relationships, to put it in a super nutshell.

After all of that I felt like – ok! I get it! I’ve made some amazing connection! Now what? Why don’t I physically feel better? Why am I not having the great sex I want to be having? What is wrong with me? I find that with a lot of people doing personal work. They make the connections, they figure their shit out, but they don’t physically feel better or see the changes in their life they thought they would. Well, I mean, this is obviously because the work isn’t done. But that can be super frustrating because it feels like there is nothing left to do.

For the last 6 weeks I have been traveling on the east coast of the U.S. and in Europe. My last few days in Europe – I got sick. I never get sick, and I especially don’t get coughs that last for days. I was coughing and hacking and all kinds of gross shit was coming out. After a few days of this I thought, “There must be something in my heart chakra that’s trying to process. I wish I knew what it was.”

A few days after that I left Europe and arrived in New Haven. I turn on my cell phone, which had been off for over a month while I was in Europe. I had shit tons of voicemails, but none of them were time stamped so I didn’t know when they were left. I had three voicemails in a row from my mom and then one from a friend talking about home birth, the death of her mother, etc. I am over joyed at the home birth enthusiasm – this is why I do what I do and is what keeps me going working in the birth field. I was devastated by the news of the death. This surprised me. I sat on the bathroom floor and cried and cried and cried. I have contemplated many times how I think I will feel when my mom dies. Some times I feel guilty – like I should have a relationship with her now or try to help her or whatever. What I realized is that it has nothing to do with my actual mom. It has to do with me mourning the fact that I don’t have a mom. My actual mom just gave me life. That’s all she did. So a relationship with her isn’t the point, you know? But I get hung up on that, and that keeps me from the actual issue – acceptance that I don’t have a mom. That tons of other people do, that I want one, and that I don’t have one. This is the heart chakra stuff that’s been festering. Within hours of this episode I start feeling better, much less phlegmy, my couch improves, etc.

The next day one of my friends in New Haven asked me why my marriage ended (I got married in 2005, and divorced in 2009). I said I didn’t realize truly why it ended until much later, until I did shit tons of self exploration, read David Deida’s books, got lots of BodyTalk and all kinds of other stuff like that. But I realized that it ended simply because my ex-husband was way too feminine. My friend said, “So – you feel the feminine is negative then?” Oooo! Super interesting question that got me thinking. I said, “Hmmmm. No. I don’t feel the feminine is negative, but there definitely can be negative aspects to the feminine, and that’s what he was.” She asked what I saw as negative and positive, in terms of “being feminine.” The positive feminine I viewed as someone super inspired, lots of creativity, strong, confident, nurturing, knows what they want, etc. The negative feminine I viewed as someone complacent, who had to make everyone happy regardless of the cost to herself, who was generally helpless and couldn’t think for herself, who didn’t practice self care, who wasn’t honest – basically like a 1950s housewife. That’s what my ex was like – he couldn’t speak up for himself, he didn’t know what he wanted, and he was very complacent needing everyone to be happy regardless of the cost to himself.

A few days later, still in New Haven, I was driving with another friend of mine. I recounted this story to her – about how I viewed the positive and the negative feminine. Then we talked about positive and negative masculine aspects, just for fun. Positive masculine I see as someone with a great plan, solution oriented, solid in their foundation, sensitive and smart, etc. and the negative masculine I saw as basically like an alpha male closed minded meat head – it’s my way or the highway type guy.

I returned home from my trip a few days later and had this super hot futon sex with my boyfriend, which led to shit tons of personal revelations.

We started out snuggling on the futon, eating dinner and watching a movie. After we were done eating I shifted over to be closer to him and lay in his arms. He scooped me up and we just melted together and started kissing. The energy was magnetic and unexpected. It came out of nowhere and was definitely a force bigger than both of us. It was electric.

After we made out for a while, I got on all fours and started licking and sucking his dick and playing with his balls. He started fingering me – none of this is “normal” for us in terms of our daily sex routine, so we both knew this session was going to be hot.

After a minute I got up and went and got a couple of butt plugs and some oil for lube, some water, and I turned on the Beck pandora station.

We continued kissing and then he started going down on me. He was down there and I was just laying there, staring at the ceiling, kind of bored really. I noticed this and didn’t like it. I thought – ok, you don’t want him to be eating your pussy – what do you want him to be doing? I wanted him to be kissing my neck, my back, worshiping my skin basically. I realized how much more pleasure I get from touch and started thinking, “I’m more than just a vagina!” I thought, “I can’t ask him to stop eating my pussy and kiss my back. That is totally boring.” It also playing into my self limiting belief system that you can only have one kind of sex per session. So you can only be having hot passionate animal sex, or slow sensual sex. Not both. They are not interchangeable in the same session. Well, that’s a lie.

After a minute or so I did ask him and he happily obliged and it was actually really hot. I turned on to my stomach and he got on all fours on top of me. One of his knees was in between my legs and I started grinding on his thigh as he was kissing my neck and back. It was totally hot – way different than the boring scene I had pictured in my head.

He got on top of me and was going to stick in me, but I stopped him to be playful and tease him. I reached between my legs and grabbed his boner and stroked it, rubbed & smacked it on my clit and did basically everything except actually stick it in. That was super fun.

After a little while I turned over and we started kissing again. We decided to put in our butt plugs. I had brought out our silicone plug for him and our small glass plug for me. He said he would go and grab our big glass plug (the one that I’m scared of) and he would use that so that I could use the silicone plug instead of the small glass one. We laid next to each other and started working in our plugs. Again, I realized how much I think about what I think he is thinking. I was laying there thinking, “Oh my gosh, I am taking way too long. I need to hurry up and get this plug in so he’s not bored laying there waiting for me.” None of this is prompted by him at all. THIS IS ALL ME AND MY FUCKING CRAZY BRAIN. It is fucking ridiculous. Then I realized that I didn’t want to put in the silicone plug. I wanted to put in the small glass one. But I was using the silicone one because I thought that’s what he wanted. BUT I WANNA DO WHAT I WANT. And you know what? He doesn’t give a shit what plug I have in. A butt plug is a butt plug and they are all hot. Jesus Christ.

So, eventually, we both get our plugs in. He gets on top of me and we start fucking and kissing.

Then he lays on his back so I can get on top. But first I just lay next to him and softly kiss him, which I also almost didn’t do thinking he would just be anxious for the sex to keep going, he wouldn’t want to slow down and kiss, etc., etc. But none of this is true at all and is again all made up in my fucking head. We slowly kiss and it’s fucking wonderful.

Then I get on top of him and face his feet and start squatting up and down. I feel like he is about to come, but I don’t want him to come yet because I don’t want this to be over. This is also big for me. Recently I’ve been totally ready for sex to be over almost as soon as it starts. Often times I’m wondering in my mind if we’ve had sex for a reasonable length of time so I can go ahead and get him off. And once we’re done I feel like I’ve put in my time and that should by me a few more days. That is just fucking terrible. That’s not how it is all the time, but it’s a pretty regular feeling.

So, I don’t want him to come, which I also feel guilty about because I don’t want to like stop at the wrong moment and ruin his orgasm or something. I’m also super fucking out of breath and thirsty, but I don’t want to ruin the mood by getting up for water. That’s fucking ridiculous too. A minute later I get up, I get water, and the mood wasn’t ruined whatsoever.

I went back over to him and laid down next to him. We kissed and then I dumped some oil all over his penis and started stroking it.

I wanted to have an orgasm with his dick in me while using a vibrator. Most of the positions where I can use my vibrator aren’t his favorite, so I was stuck in my head about that – about not wanting to do something he didn’t love. But then I thought – that’s fucking stupid – I want to enjoy myself too! Why am I doing this to myself? So I just say, “I want to use my vibrator and come with your dick in me.” Which, of course, he is happy to make happen and we actually try a new position that is totally fucking hot. I basically got into childs pose – on my knees, ass in the air, face in the pillow. He got on his knees behind me.

And again – I’m in my fucking head. When I am getting my clit stimulated either from a mouth, a finger, a toy, whatever – I am super fucking quiet and only make noise when I orgasm. It’s just what I do. I felt like I was taking a particularly long time to come and thought, “Oh my god, I’m so quiet, he probably hates this and is so bored and feels like he’s fucking a dead body. I better come soon.” Oh my god. That is so stupid. I quickly put that thought out of my head and kept doing my thing and had a great great fucking orgasm and he came basically at the same time.

We collapsed on the bed and then started to pick apart the sex we had, like we always do – saying what we liked or didn’t like, what we were thinking, etc. It’s my favorite part of sex. This time it was just like the flood gates had opened though. I felt like I had never in my life been so self aware. It was like I was afraid to be. I viewed myself as this fucking rubiks cube that would never be solved and so I didn’t even want to go there. But really – it’s actually very fucking simple. What do you want? What do you like/not like? FUCKING ASK FOR IT. That’s it. I had so much to say and shared all of my crazy thoughts with my boyfriend, who of course confirmed that he wasn’t in fact thinking any of the things that I thought he was. Like – when I asked him to stop eating my pussy and kiss my back – he loved that. He can kiss my back with the same fervor that he has during oral sex. It’s all sensual to him.

When I got off of him to get water – he didn’t care at all. He just figured we were switching to a different position and was excited for that. Basically, he is healthy and present, has no expectations and enjoys every fucking thing we do. He said, “Do you know what the hottest part of the sex was for me? How in to it you were. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing. It matters how we’re connecting and how much I can feel your joy.”

I was floored at how much I think during sex, how much I assume, how responsible I felt for his experience, how I thought I knew what he was wanting/thinking/feeling, how really wrong I was and how I 100% do this to myself. It is so self sabotaging. But it was so freeing to say all of that out loud. We talked about for a long time afterwards.

The next day I went out with my best friend in Phoenix and we were catching up. He knew my ex-husband, so I was telling him about the positive and negative feminine aspects I had been talking about with my New Haven friends, how my ex animated the negative, etc. He said, “Oh, so wait a minute – you’re animating the negative feminine when you have sex.” OHMYGOD. I had never ever thought of that. I can’t believe I didn’t put together last night after the hot sex and all of the self realizations.

I am animating the negative feminine during sex – I am complacent, I try to make the other person happy, I practice no self care, I’m totally helpless, etc.

And I am trying to conquer my sex issues, my mom issues, and the negative feminine in my life – that’s why my marriage ended – because he animated the negative feminine. The image of the negative feminine that came up in my shamanic journey was that of my mom, grandma and great grandma morphed into one. So the negative feminine is my mom basically. And my second chakra, my sexual chakra, is all of my mom stuff.

It was all just making so much sense.

I came home and blurted that out to my boyfriend: I am animating the negative feminine during sex!!

What a break through.

Even more interesting is this – I turned 28 this year – in January. Leading up to my 28th birthday I was feeling lots of movement in my heart chakra. My chest was very sore to the touch, I was constantly touching it for no reason, always wanting to stretch it out and do heart opening yoga poses. I figured this was because I was moving out of my heart chakra (21-28) and into my throat chakra (28-35) and not wanting to take any leftover heart chakra crap with me.

I was also excited to be moving into my throat chakra, which is all about communication and expression.

But, I went through the first 10 months of my 28th year still feeling the heart chakra stuff. And not really feeling much in my throat chakra.

Then I got sick in Europe. I feel like that was the last hurrah of my heart chakra. Once I coughed all of that nasty shit up out of my lungs, I immediately felt better and couldn’t stop talking, perhaps activating or moving in to my throat chakra. Then I had the break through sex with my boyfriend and communicated intensely about it, and have been ever since.

Self discovery will obviously continue for the rest of my life.

But this was big.