It’s Okay if You’re Not Horny All the Time

After I hit a period of sexlessness in my relationship, I read any book I could that would help diagnose & nurse my dysfunction.

And these books were quite helpful.

They told me to step outside of my comfort zones. They told me to no longer deny myself of the pleasure I was worthy of. They taught me about my body, the thousands of nerve endings my genitalia housed, the chemicals my brain released during orgasm.

As soon as I became an active participant in my sexual liberation, I was more connected to my succulence & desires.

And then I hit periods during the month where I simply didn’t want to be sexual. I didn’t have any desire to act out fantasies or sleep naked or have shower sex. Some days, I didn’t even want to be touched, not by myself or by my lover.

These feelings would strike suddenly, sometimes days after a magical night of fervent love making. It didn’t make sense. How could I be so primed for pleasure one moment, & then turned off the next?

Once again, I felt broken, as though my body wasn’t responding the way that it should. Feelings of discouragement coursed throughout my body as the cycle of condemnation whirred in my consciousness.

And I had been doing so well.

There was one thing that those sex-positive & body conscious books never told me. And if I had known it, I could have saved myself from the mental beatings I was given by my inner critic because I wasn’t habitually horny.

Instead, I learned the following truth the hard way, after years of debilitating self-loathing.

This is what I wish someone told me during those years:

Everyone is a sexual creature, but not all the time.

Our bodies are designed for delicious pleasure, yes, but this pleasure isn’t always available every day of every month of every year of our existence. Not for lack of trying, but based on biology & intuition, the potent things that often dictate our desires & arousal.

Where we are in our menstrual cycle is especially a reflection of where we are in our sexual cycle.

I think we sometimes forget that our sexual expression is very much ruled by hormones, not particular states of mind. Because of this, it’s imperative that we take into consideration the inner, biological workings of our bodies. And not solely on a physical level, but on an emotional level.

Sex (& sexuality) is often connected to many other facets of our lives. The air we breathe, the environment that nurtures us, the friendships that uplift our spirits, the food that satiates us, the level of comfort we experience in our love partnerships… it’s all connected to our expression of the sexual.

If those things are in harmony, our sensuality naturally flourishes.
If those things are at all incongruent, our expression suffers.

So take notice of the signals your body is giving you.

Feeling particularly randy? Check what day you’re on in your cycle. Feeling especially weary of anything sexual? Look up at the sky & see which phase the moon is in (we’re more connected to nature than we think).

Know your body. Know your ovulation. Become just as familiar with your lack of urges as you are with the desires you’re already acquainted with.

Don’t push to feel arousal that isn’t innately there. Doing this only causes you to go militantly against your essence.

Instead, be honest with yourself & with your partner. Abstain from sex if your body needs it. Celebrate the lull in your sexual expression; regenerate.

Take as long as you need.

And when you come back from your sexual sabbatical, you will do so with much openness in & awareness of your body.

My Philosophy on Love & Relationships

The severing of love runs rampant in our world. Irreconcilable differences. Conflicts of interest. Petty disagreements.

It can be said that such failed unions were doomed from the start. But every relationship – if founded on love – has the ability to withstand any & all forms of adversities.

Every relationship.

Any couplings that falter underneath such hardships were simply not taken to their fullest potential.

Love never fails. It waxes & wanes, of course, due to the maliciousness that monotony can sometimes produce in our lives. But love itself never fails.

Silly infatuation & half-hearted affairs do.

For love to flourish, both persons must be equally (if not overly) in love. Both persons must contain a passion for it so constant that it is almost tangible. Love must be in everything they do: from the love they make, to the arguments they battle.

Love must fuel everything you do in your relationship.

Love should never be a constant battle, but it should always be a consistent effort.

So work at your relationships, hard.

Give unabashed love.
Receive unabashed love.
Repeat.

Do not treat your partner as a possession. Respect their individuality; give them space to grow & transform. Encourage their own self-discovery. Fight fair with your lover.

Love unconditionally.

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From the book, Sex, Love, Liberation: A Manifesto for the Bold at Heart.

The Key to Succulent Sex: Go Out of Your Mind

I’ve spent most of my erotic life in the chains of a restless brain.

Throughout the passionate act of sex, my mind traveled through hypothetical situations & trivial thoughts.

My half-finished to do list;
The expiration date on the soy milk I drank at breakfast;
How terrible the squeaking of the bed must sound to our neighbors;
The likelihood of one dying from three-day-old soy milk;
A random memory of me in middle school making structures out of toothpicks.

A thrust, lick, flick, or suck always managed to bring me back for a moment.

Why is my mind so overactive during sex?

That question only flooded more thoughts & visions into my head, making it so that I was oblivious to the intimacy happening to my body.

And through all of this, through all of the thinking & agonizing, was it any wonder that I found no enjoyment during sex?

Sex became an act solely for him, my partner, to get off, while I laid there helpless, my isolated body present but my mind elsewhere.

And when it was all over, I would roll over on my side, tears streaming down my cheeks, feeling defective.

My Out of Body, Into Mind tendency was likely spurred by my tumultuous relationship I had with sex, but I knew that it was comprised of something more, something that went deeper than the surface wounds of sexual trauma.

Why can’t I truly enjoy sex? What is wrong with me?

Is it my partner? No, he’s incredibly attentive.
Is it insecurity? No more than it usually is.
Is it the feng shui of the room? Perhaps...

On the surface, there seemed to be nothing needing to be solved, except my ineptitude in sexual intimacy.

So I tried harder.

When in the throes of passion, I moaned & writhed like I hysterical woman. I used dirty words within hollow, cheap commandments. I lit candles, wore lacy bustiers, & smoothed warming, silicone-filled lubricant all over my vulva.

I read every kind of “101 Sex Positions to WOW Him Tonight!” articles in Cosmopolitan. I researched the proper direction one’s bed should face in a bedroom if they wish to have their room more aligned to their sexual energy. I even took up pole dancing was a way to try to “fix” my sexual deficiency by doing.

I did all of these things with careful diligence, & still I found no real satisfaction in sex.

And I didn’t find real, sumptuous, I-don’t-want-to-move-an-inch satisfaction in sex until I went out of my mind.

We have a tendency to approach sex like a science, when it really is an art. Sex is meant to be raw & a little disorganized. Sex is meant to be felt.

Sensations & intimacy make sexual expression what it is, not tantric positions or high-speed vibrating dildos (though those things can aid in the enjoyment of the act itself).

Your systematic brain has no place in an act so unscripted.

Life is kind of like that, too.

When we are wrapped up in the thoughts in our minds — our worries, our fears, our insecurities, our jealousies — we are merely existing.

We hear, but are not listening. We see, but are not beholding. We touch, but are not feeling. We are here, but are not present.

The richness & vastness of life becomes wasted on our restless, logical minds.

If you want to have succulent sex, be present.
If you want to live a succulent life, be present.

In your experiences. In your relationships. In your body.

Resist the impulse to pile on information, products, activities, & ideals to seemingly fix what you think is broken.

You are not broken.

Your body knows exactly what to do innately.

Just be.

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My challenge to you: Get out of your mind & into your body. Take the pressure of orgasm out of the equation for an evening, & lose yourself in the movements of your hips & the sensations in your genitals. The orgasm is not as important as your ability feel. Breathe.

Treat sex with a lightness; have no expectations, other than some luscious skin-to-skin contact. Be silent, be still. See where the rhythm of your body wants to take you. Trust that, not some cockeyed sex positions in a cheesy $5 magazine.

And when you feel yourself slipping into the trance of a restless mind, remember: You don’t have to listen.

Sex in Public: “I did a nude photoshoot.”

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I love to honor my body.

Its beautiful, creamy chocolate complexion, slightly round belly, storytelling scars, and story-holding vagina remind me of my greatness.

In the nude, I feel authentic and sexy. I love my naked body.

I always knew that I wanted to do a nude photo shoot. The liberation that comes with baring it all in front of a camera, recording sensual moments of bliss, gave me a rush of pure adrenaline in mere thought.

If exposing my body could empower others to see the beauty in their natural temples, I certainly would not keep the secrets of my physical design to myself.

In the late summer of 2011, I decided to shoot with a photographer for the premiere issue of my magazine, Corset. We’re the “go-to magazine for all things sexuality,” shepherding in a new movement of people looking to learn and attain sex consciousness.

After hours of posing, talking, sharing, and capturing unadulterated flashes of my authentic self, I found myself even more liberated than when I first arrived. Knowing that an international audience would see my nude body only reaffirmed my confidence and freed me to be comfortable in my nakedness at all times.

Now, you’ll find me in my home, on the beach, or wherever I feel comfortable (and it’s legal) enjoying my nude self.

With the help of numerous writers and contributors, I hope that my first nude photo shoot empowers others to rethink our relationships with nudity.

Shame and fear-infested ideologies aside, we are beautiful just the way we are.

Arielle, Brazil

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Arielle Loren is the Editor-in-Chief of Corset, the go-to magazine for all things sexuality.

Embracing human curiosity, restoring sensuality, & celebrating sex, CORSET delivers enlightening, empowering, educational, & entertaining content to readers ready to step beyond their comfort zones & uplift a necessary discourse.

Visit corsetmagazine.com to download your copy now.

 

An Infallible Test to Help You Dissolve Unworthiness

The following is a passage from the book Radical Acceptance, by Tara Brach. I’m sharing this with you today because it is rich with truth & it will surely help you on your journey to total self-love.

Below is a series of questions that you can ask yourself in this moment –– right now –– to determine how deep you are in the trance of unworthiness. As you read each question, pause for a moment & consider your answer.

Guided Reflection: Recognizing the Trance of Unworthiness

Do I accept my body as it is?
Do I blame myself when I get sick?
Do I feel I am not attractive enough?
Am I dissatisfied with how my hair looks?
Am I embarrassed about how my face & body are aging?
Do I judge myself for being too heavy? Underweight? Not physically fit?
Do I accept my mind as it is?
Do I judge myself for not being intelligent enough? Humorous? Interesting?
Am I critical of myself for having obsessive thoughts? For having a repetitive, boring mind?
Am I ashamed of myself for having bad thoughts — mean, judgmental or lusty thoughts?
Do I consider myself a bad meditator because my mind is so busy?
Do I accept my emotions & moods as they are?
Is it okay for me to cry? To feel insecure & vulnerable?
Do I condemn myself for getting depressed?
Am I ashamed of feeling jealous?
Am I critical of myself for being impatient? Irritable? Intolerant?
Do I feel that my anger or anxiety is a sign that I am not progressing on the spiritual path?
Do I feel I’m a bad person because of the ways I behave?
Do I hate myself when I act in a self-centered or hurtful way?
Am I ashamed of my outbursts of anger?
Do I feel disgusted with myself when I eat compulsively? When I smoke cigarettes or drink too much alcohol?
Do I feel that because I am selfish & often do not put others first, I am not spiritually evolved?
Do I feel as if I am always falling short in how I relate to my family & friends?
Do I feel something is wrong with my because I am not capable of intimacy?
Am I down on myself for not accomplishing enough — for not standing out or being special in my work?

 

Tara Brach closes the reflection with this:

As you go through your day, pause occasionally to ask yourself, “This moment, do I accept myself just as I am?” Without judging yourself, simply become aware of how you are relating to your body, emotions, thoughts & behaviors. As the trance of unworthiness because conscious, it begins to lose its power.

If you answered Yes to any of the above questions, don’t fret. Going against ourselves is part of the human condition, & something we’ve become quite good at because we’ve had a lot of practice. Because of this, we’re more apt to being our own worst critic than our own best friend.

The most important thing is to acknowledge our thought patterns of unacceptance; not with any kind of criticism, but just to listen. As we bring awareness to our inner self-hatred, we can decide whether we want to continue on going through life in that way (the answer surely being No).

We can absolutely transcend the trance of unworthiness — that which is the judgmental thoughts we have about ourselves.

We just need practice, heaps of forgiveness, & a steady consciousness of one truth:

There is nothing wrong with me.

Believe that.
Breathe that.
And go easy on yourself.

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Reader Question: Self-Love & Body Image

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(Note: Occasionally, I get a question from a reader that is compelling enough to become an article all its own. This is one of those questions.)

“Hi Ev`Yan,

What is your view on working out to achieve a different body? Is that not having self-love if you don’t like how you look and want to change it?

I see many big women coming to self-love realizations, and although I am happy that they are happy, I can’t do that myself. I feel that even though I should not think negatively about myself, exercise and eating healthy will no doubt bring me to my ideal bodies.

I guess I am confused about self-love.”

– Audrey

 

Audrey,

I suppose it depends on the reason one is choosing to achieve a different body in the first place.

If you are exercising & striving to lose weight as a way of showing your body devout & loving attentiveness, then I absolutely believe that can be a form of self-love.

But if your wanting a different body stems from societal pressures & is coming from a place of nonacceptance, you’re likely going against your natural self. This “going against yourself*” & wanting to be someone else is a subtle form of self-hatred.

Self-love is self-care, & self-care can mean a plethora of things.

Sex in Public: “I am more than my pussy.”

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My body is mine.

I shared it with you, as you shared yours with me. We started out as friends, you and I. And we were good friends. You were dysfunctionally married, I was waiting for my divorce to come through. We shared laughs, friends, camp fires, hopes and ultimately, our bodies.

I, however moved on through the pain of my divorce and we both knew this was just a “fling” and I was going to move on. You knew that. It was open and out there. You even told me I would move on. You were good to have as a friend and an ally, and I had hoped we could still remain friends, as you had promised we would.

But ultimately, you grew angry. It was as if when you knew you would no longer have access to my body, you no longer wanted me.

I am more than my 38DDs and a pussy.

I am a whole, sensitive, human being. A woman.

I am NOT just a fuck toy.

If I choose to share a part of me, intellectually, emotionally or physically, it is mine to give.

It hurt when you left and told me to fuck off and have a nice life.

So I am taking my body, mind and intelligence away from anyone who doesn’t appreciate it. It’s mine.

And I will choose to share it with who ever I want to. When I want to, how much I want to.

On my terms.

– Terri, Oregon

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