Rhonda Perky
When I think of sacred sexuality (or Tantra), it sets off my bullshit meter. I picture caftans and communes, or people publicly displaying a kind of seventies big-bush sexuality that feels particularly unsexy to me. Is this sex-negativity in spirituality’s clothing? Or is something else going on?
‘How do I tell him I want to be with someone else?’
Objectifying images may be less comfortable and more confronting to watch, but they can evoke a more direct physical response. But what if there is an emotional cost of continually engaging in this kind of ‘disturbing arousal’?
‘My emotional brain says he doesn’t care enough to want me to himself. Are we doomed to remain fuck-buddies?’
‘I don’t want to cheat but I can’t control myself. What should I do?’
