so, here i am now: lying naked in the sun under an apple tree by the pool. thinking about sex & revolution. all i hear is the wind in the trees & birdsong, occasionally some donkey or peacock announce their existence. & there comes the happy puppy, enthusiastically biting me in the nipple – again. this is much nicer than i thought.
i got invited to this „Tantramassage Retreat“– that kind of thing i thought i would never participate in. it seems bizarre & entirely inappropriate to me to just hop on an airplane in order to become a tourist in another country, then drive in a car for hours to get to a remote place where other people work for my comfort, then swim in a pool & shower 3 times a day on average, … all for the purpose of practicing forms of advanced sexuality & enjoy myself.
don ́t get me wrong: i highly value beauty, relaxation & well-being. it ́s my job. you might even consider me a sophisticated hedonist or even a pleasure activist. but i cannot help but question this kind of activity.
also, i ́m all but comfortable staying in somewhat random places with somewhat random people, being told when to do what for several days.
& that ́s exactly why i went, with all the ambivalence, criticism & discomfort.
i went because this is the only tantramassage teaching event i know of that questions the very thing it is doing while doing it, along with the respective mindsets & attitudes. i went because i finally get to discuss with like-minded people some things i really care about, namely:
why, from a certain perspective, this is all bullshit – a symptom (or a product) of an ignorant, naive, narcissistic culture of the self. the sense of self which our whole corrupt society is based on & which capitalism & consumer culture are happily & extensively feeding on. how it is born out of a century-long process of spiritual stultification & stupefying hedonism.
& why, at the same time, it is wonderful & sublime. perhaps even subversive & revolutionary.