I’m in the fourth week of a 16-week Tantra class called Pussy Pleasureland, and this particular home practice has been challenging.
I’ve been waiting for the sun to go behind a cloud.
I can’t stand it looking at me in this state.
Sometimes there’s pain in places we can’t see.
If I keep writing poetry, will I eventually find it, release it?
I’d just like a friend right now —
My cervix is sorrowful —
closed, tight, and uncertain.
There’s so much longing
in my uterus though —
she’s wide open for love
and craving it.
But my cervix’s pursed lips say nope,
nope, no way.
The lips of my labia are soft — there’s
no muscle there, only soft flesh…
It’s been a surreal week.
After leaving class Wednesday morning, my mother called me to tell me my grandmother is living her final days. I began walking towards the lake as I held the phone to my ear. There were long moments of silence between the words we exchanged.
Sometimes sex comes easily… you meet someone and you just mesh with them. You dive blissfully into the pleasures of the flesh. Other times, especially in long-term relationships, sex can challenge you to the core of your being.
You misread your lover, feel hurt, hurt him (intentionally or not) and…
Ah, self-love. The answer to everything. Have a problem? Solve it with self-love.
When someone throws an abstract concept like “self-love” at you when you’re actually feeling pretty shitty about yourself… well, it feels like a slap in the face, not support.
At least, historically this is how I have…
Last night I woke up at 2 am, the time I often wake up when there’s stuff that I need to process. As I often do when I wake up that early, I smoked a little herb and put on a long meditative music track. I lay on my back…
I have known pleasure, and I have a sense of my body’s capacity for it. For that, I am grateful.
I’ve experienced orgasms during which everything stops. The world comes to a crashing halt and the only thing that exists is pleasure.
I’ve experienced connections both alone and with partners…
I recently wrote a piece about my pen name and how it has come to represent an identity. “Anne Shark” is confidently polyamorous and not afraid to say so.
During this pandemic year of being mostly alone or around close friends and family, I was feeling sure I was comfortable…
I ran into an old professor the other day. He asked how my writing was going and I told him I’m not really writing. That was a lie.
Not only am I still writing, but I’m also publishing regularly. I didn’t say that though because I didn’t want to tell…