Gluing up crosses, sex and its sticky, with an emphasis on humility, compassion and spiritual union--our bodies as temples. Again, age old desires. Gifts, and which do we choose to cherish and which cast aside? I like to open them all just as carefully.

So, yes, there are those, probably in great number, no different than animal’s that eat, shit, fuck without thought. Just as there are those who at a temple of Zen sitting, brown-clothed and bag-badged hide themselves from real, exploration of that Christ model in bed—denying a joining and honoring of both aspects, that we are simultaneously an earth and a spirit being.

Just as there are those who in perverse Weinstein-wickedness, and many more in buffoonery, approach sex, these too in similar manner, gravitate to “spiritualism,” eat-up and spit out in shit/fuck fashion what has not been rightfully learned through cross-bearing, just as with any beautiful physical body, there are those spirit bodies who do and will attract unsavory hitchhikers.

I couldn’t agree with you more on a need for amalgamation of spirit and body.

Yes, knowledge can boost our baseline doing. But, exclusion, or closed off to any, mind, spirit, body invites a replay in my experience, there is a blessed lesson in joining/hearing the three. I choose what I allow into my consciousness, what am I eating, what movie am I watching, media I am consuming…

Just as food can bring us to physical uplift, or vomiting, so too can sex bring us spiritual uplift or vomiting.

And, after all of that, I do too understand this transition of facing MEN-o-pause, and for some time felt myself bloating “Stuck in the build-up phase,” the young man gyno said. And, all of that time at the beach, and today’s Friday the 13th Moon, have got me bleeding so heavily that I spilled through all of my protections onto the gay hairdressers chair, a bright scarlet Rorschach as bright as your heels across my butt! He’s a dear friend and was very kind, though I could barely look him in the face as I paid. Luckily, I had a shopping bag in my car and sat on that to ride home. All in all, I am so happy that my red-bloomed blood finally came after lots of TMI gynecological worries over this past year! No hormones, no IUD, just me flowing as I will. And, please forgive me if yesterday I was stuck in some wrong thought, I felt in need of delicacy considering all of my opening.

…responsive to the other's incarnadine expression,
I reach out to touch.

Credit:Spiritual Sex/Nik Douglas