"Ayo Hotep" Talk about: Sexual Healing

Oh this is gonna be good.

Look, there are so many ways to show love. Some folk just act uncomfortable or judgmental when I start talking about sex. I mean...everybody does it and if you don't, you think about it. This ain't no Queen Victoria age...We are exposed to sex by the second in the lowest forms when there is a heaven to talk about. 

"I know a place,

I'll take you there."

-The Staple Singers

If you've ever been there then you know about it. 

Now, sex has been used as both a serum and a poison since the beginning of life. So, depending on your experiences you may be turned off by certain "erotic poetry." Imagine the energy and emotions that rise if you "know" or "think you know" who the poet is talking about. Somebody starts to feel some type of way...I'm like...we gotta get past that! Ego to the side it's time to enjoy the ride. And come back to earth and then behave!

Real talk though, I come from a deep background of nonsensical, illogical, spiritually detrimental sexual experiences. Yop! Just like many of you! So what do you do about it? Suppress it? Feel guilty? Act out? Write? Read? Listen? I use art to educate and to heal. 

Oh you go to church? God forgives! Jesus paid it all on the cross? Some antics you need to forgive yourself for. But on a positive note I believe there were some encounters before wedding vows that you thanked God for on occasion. That's what's up though. Consider my work to be in the category of Songs of Solomon. Love Poetry.

Oh so you watch porn? Ok. Well now you are entrusting your precious psyche into the hands of a director and producer and actor who may have nothing but junk food sexual energy to drug your soul. Possibly leading to warped definitions of love and orgasm. Poetry or prose about sex, can be enlightening, educational and breathtaking. 

On a deep spiritual level and a raw physical plane, to go there mentally, is satisfying to the psyche. I speak of sex in the context of love. If your nose turns up or your heart begins to race at what you read or hear me say, instead... thank God for the third eye, pineal gland, that allows your imagination to travel to private places you can treasure in your own way. It's not a cigarette or a drink. It's a memory or a fantasy. It's yours.

God is Love.

Read responsibly.

Hotep. 

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