Talking About Things No-One in the Right Mind Talks About

Recently, in a phone conversation, a close relative confided:
 “I live by myself for twenty-five years now, but I still have sex. I always felt a bit weird about it, though, as if I did something wrong. I wouldn’t even write about it in my morning writings.”   
    Pause.
“Of course, it didn’t help that my husband told me that I should stop doing it. But through your Lavamour I don’t feel ashamed anymore. Or guilty. I write about it, and now I even talk about it with you.”   
    This is a woman in her late seventies, widow, physically and artistically active, has immigrated to her country of choice and was so kind to read an earlier version of Milena’s Tales.

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Someone told me many years ago, ‘You talk about things no-one in the right mind talks about.’ He was pointing at my Human Design Chart* – a system that combines the position of the planets at birth with the ancient Chinese oracle the I-Ching – shaking his head and laughing heartily, as if it were something funny.
 
I’m still getting used to this new chapter of my life and work: words instead of touch; this new kind of exposure. Because, what if I am in no right mind?
 
Milena’s Tales does indeed talk about things many people aren’t used to talking about. Like sex with yourself, Lavamour – as a deeply intimate and honoring act, way deeper than genitals or arousal. An act that touches the core of our being.
Or, like sex-work. As a profession and service for those who seek to explore sexuality/intimacy in a safe environment.
 
Perhaps I do talk about things no-one in the right mind talks about, and face a not-so-small army of fear-demons at times. But thank goodness I’m far from the only one! Many writers, artists and activists do. For how else can we move fences and look what’s on the other side?
 
For many people, many things in sex and love are very difficult to talk about, not only because we’re shy or scared or worry that our words will not be received, but because we’re simply not used to talking about it, we don’t have the language.
 
Perhaps Milena’s Tales can inspire you to write, like my relative, in your morning pages or evening pages or on a napkin during a break. Just to get them off your chest. Just to give articulation to voices that live inside and deserve to be seen, and, just maybe, heard.
 
Perhaps you would write a love letter to yourself, and post it in the yellow mailbox above.
 
*https://www.humandesignamerica.com/