All in Pleasure Activism
The mosses remember that this is not the first time the glaciers have melted. If time is a line, as western thinking presumes, we might think this is a unique moment for which we have to devise a solution that enables that line to continue. If time is a circle, as the Indigenous worldview presumes, the knowledge we need is already within the circle; we just have to remember and let it teach us. That’s where the storytellers come in. -RWK
Songs with sexual themes- spanning the subvert to overt, creepy to normative to queer delicious- are everywhere. I’m loving recent conversations in community about tunes that for multiple reasons we’re hearing differently.
Last week while ranting to my meditation group about the bland reality that is incessant online meetings, my external fervor reached fever pitch. In that moment, I proposed “An Orgasm a Meeting”. Referring to and building on earlier Sex in My City blog post “An Orgasm a Day”, here’s an opportunity to increase intimacy in our lives, brighten our dimmed screens, and re-invigorate conversations with our own bodies while we’re on the clock.
As I apply to graduate schools, I feel intimate/at odds with the ideas of meritocracy. Hard work. Striving for success. Yes sexy talk for realz and damn!!? I realize I’ve pushed my commitment to pleasure to the side. My creative/kinky brain feels like mush while fine tuning and sculpting cognitive skills. As I ask is it possible to do both, I realize I’ve forgotten to wield my most prized smarts this winter. Flirting.
My brain will never comprehend all that is held in this basin, watershed, body. I don’t try. Just like the enormity of and mystery in Dolly Parton’s magic, a counter sexual manifesto to free us all, and saying yes to kinky queer wild sexual desires like Allison Moon does every day/page. This new decade stretches in front of me. Us all. A giant cup FULL of love juice.
Oh Minnesota and all your contradictions! Love how EVERYone’s talking about this performance. Perfect post for my birthday month when I was too pleasured up to create blog magic. Thank you Lizzo. You are a fierce Mpls based pleasure activist.
In summer, I experience 20 minute orgasms almost daily. I drive, walk or bike my body 4 miles down to Lake Superior and stare into the wild eyes of bigLake beauty, my primary love, this place that gifts me water rich experiences everyday. I’m held by green granite hillside, long blue horizon, white lighthouses to my left and right.
I was recently asked, “What’s it like to be queer in Duluth? Will you write about it?” Hmmmm… a delicious and dastardly task, especially during Pride month when all kinds of queer are visible to the naked eye.
Newsflash. We are afraid of the word and the idea of pleasure. Especially in Minnesota, the state I adoringly call home for a handful of reasons, where silence and nice are ubiquitous .