Orgasm for Peace. Before I start talking about sex, you might want to go to cleansheets.com and read a review of the film Orgasm: Faces of Ecstasy, a documentary video I’m proud to be associated with. The companion link below is the article I wrote about my experience as a participant in this movie which was designed to explore…well…topics as diverse as the 23 people who are featured.
Check out the entire issue of cleansheets (a weekly literary erotica site of quality).They are doing their month-long buildup [grin] for National Masturbation Month (each May). Very entertaining.
I screened Faces twice last weekend at my home, and it sparked a lot of conversation. I’ve posted some of the responses I’ve received. Both my writing and teaching are about a commitment to making love instead of making war. I’m interested in the honest revelation of human sexuality vs. the puritanical, violent or exploitative material which passes for information on sex and intimacy.
“I love, love, LOVE how vulnerable you made yourself both in the video and in the personal account of the experience. I truly get what is meant by strength through vulnerability…and your sharing of this has affected me deeply. It helps me to to know who I am as a woman. Thank you.”
“What you said in the video resonated with me powerfully to my core! I was one man who killed others and cheered about it, and was accepted by society for doing so as a sergeant in the military…but humiliated and vilified to the point of suicide years ago for masturbating…”
“Thanks for your courage!”
“You were so articulate and clear. The audience loved you!”
You are one brave woman!!!
It was great to see orgasms I knew weren’t faked. And the interviews helped me get to know the people, which made it even more intimate…and interesting.
I had this observation: during orgasm, most people’s faces do not look as though they’re experiencing something pleasurable. They’re experiencing something intense, but the actual look on the face is almost one of pain. I know this is true for me, and for partners I’ve had. I just didn’t know it was so universal. I wish they had addressed that–it’s so interesting to me. So I don’t think the film actually illuminated the experience of orgasm, and maybe that’s good. Maybe there’s no illumination possible. It’s just what it is, a mystery. A profound mystery.