I have been accused of being a hedonist. I love pleasure. I love it as as a noun and as a verb. Self-pleasuring is good…pleasuring another is wonderful…being pleasured by another is exquisite. My favorite thing a lover can say to me is “I want to know all the ways I can pleasure you.” Just thinking of that is so very delicious.
I had a friend who had five daughters and when the questions about sex started, she not only gave them “the talk” which probably was different from your average talk, but also bought them vibrators and taught them about self-pleasuring. She wanted them to be knowledgeable of their own bodies and sexuality before they explored with others.
I sometimes wonder what it would have been like if I’d had sexually liberated people guiding me in my formative years. I remember the confusion I felt around my sexuality, the hormones raging but not allowing myself to be touched in “those places.” Perhaps my first experience of sex wouldn’t have been date-rape. Perhaps I wouldn’t have wandered around in a daze for what seemed like an endless time full of fear and shame. Perhaps I wouldn’t have felt so alone.
Perhaps that was all part of the journey to arrive at the place where I am now…. loving who I am…body, mind and spirit.