The Friday Sex Blog [Fucking for Revolution]

¡Hola! Everybody...
Today I'm attending an event at Centro Estudios Puertoriqueños at Hunter College (click here for info). Tomorrow is a big day at #OccupyWallStreet, as a coordinated global action is set to take place (here). You should come, even if you don't know, or give a fuck, or want to see what happens when the will of the people is applied through nonviolent means.

It’s Friday and that means it really is all about sex… LOL

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-=[ Living and Dying ]=-

...So quiet now.
Soften yourself and listen.
Connected and motionless.

To the symphonic pulsing of our blood,
the crash of an eyelid,
the joyous trickle of a bead of sweat.

Sooner or later, no matter how much you try to deny it, a moment just like this one will be your last. It’s the only punch line to this grand Cosmic Joke we call life that you can be certain of (and no, taxes are not inevitable, just ask any “corporate personhood”).

You are alive, for now at least. Feel your heart beating in your chest. Soften yourself -- soften your belly and your jaw. Feel your heart’s celestial mambo radiating outward, pulsing through your hands and feet and neck. Feeling your heartbeat, relax open as if offering your heart to the world.

While feeling your heartbeat as an offering, feel how you live your moments. What did you do today? What are your plans? Who do you love and how deeply?

Here’s a thought: no matter how much money you have made, one day your body will become cold and numb, your heart will stop its determined and persistent cosmic echo, your breath will cease, and it will all stop.

Period.

Ask yourself this: are you ready for death? Are you ready for the death of your children, your parents, your beloved friends?

Picture this: a picnic with your friends and famly. Fried chicken and cold beverages. A gentle breeze and the sun caressing your face. Suddenly your heart stops. A final gasp. Fade to black…

Are you ready? I’m asking because today many of your fellow human beings are questioning what we’ve been taught to believe and to value all our lives. We’re saying that when that moment comes, what will matter most is if you’ve loved fully and deeply, and given of your deepest gifts. The Dow Jones or how much money you’ve made won’t matter much when the time comes (if you don’t believe me ask yourself what Steve Jobs was thinking at the end).

A life lived well embraces death by feeling openness, not contraction. The good life is an open heart, open to all, in every moment. Wide open, you can make of your life an offering; you can also receive without pushing away. This is fearless living without the walls of repression that bring so much suffering and the dreaded feeling of disconnect and isolation even in the midst of plenty and privilege. Wide open, you are openness; every moment comes and goes as openness.

Your lover’s embrace: sweet, full, but already disengaging, loosening. Your child’s smile: temporary, oh-so-precious, and yet already dissolving. Every moment is at once miraculous and disolving. Every experience both profound and empty.

Life lived merely for the sake of experience is a life half lived: tense, insecure, lonely, and ultimately unfulfilling. Your experience cannot fulfill you because as soon as it comes it is already gone, a thin wisp, like the scent of a vague memory, the tail end of a hope, receding just out of reach.

Without grasping, this moment (which could be your last) emerges free and bright. Surrendering -- loving and opening deeply, offering your heart -- these are the moments that will become your karma, reverberating long after you have moved on.

Sex, dearest, is sometimes our little practiced piece of dying. Death is the permission, indeed, the exhortation, to open freely as love.

Love,

Eddie