March 30, 2006
The bowl
When I concentrate on my body as a meditation, my bowl is the part of my body that glows and tumbles... boils like lava. But there I am, thinking, NO, I don't want to think about sex right now. I want to be ethereal, wise and meditative.

But it still churns. And it isn't a horny churning. It's powerful, insistent and not at all subtle. That made me think about planes of the body. Sections and parcels denoted as public and private, innocent and shameful.

Who dictated those zones? Maybe my power does come from my sexuality, or at least from my bowl, but I'm not comfortable owning that, because it makes me feel trivial and base. But how can I call sexuality trivial or base? I do it because our culture calls sex shameful and uses it in ugly ways, just like it uses the body. Dualism's ugly.

Your observation makes me want to concentrate on the bowl in places other than meditation. Although, wait, at the risk of sounding trvial and base, I tried it during sex, and suddenly the arena I've always worked in during sex was larger, and sex was way more intense.

Do you think most of your power comes from your bowl? Do you think it's true for all women? Men? I don't even know if it's true for me, but it certainly is insistent.