I initially had a lot of resistance to Orgasmic Meditation (OM). A woman I’d started dating knew the practice, and I knew that she was interested in it. If I wanted to continue dating her, I knew I should try it. She was my first stroker, and I felt many of the old “performance” parts of myself come up the first time. She knew I was anxious about making noise and being too loud, so she said cheekily, “I tell you what? You’re not allowed to make any noise during this OM.” When she said that, I remember relief flooding my body. I remember feeling a lot of electricity course through me. There were a few moments when I could drop into my body. During that OM, I had my first experience of whatever was okay.
So much of my experience with the practice has been around relationships and sex. Before Orgasmic Meditation (OM), climax was the only outcome I cared about. It was all very goal-oriented. In OM, everything you experience is value-neutral. So instead of, “That was a cracking OM,” it’s “No, that was an OM.” There's no bad or good if it’s a whisper of electricity or a lightning bolt. So it’s a level playing field of all sensation. My orgasm can be soft and quiet and slow, but it’s still there. And it’s still important. Whatever I feel is perfect no matter what, so I can transfer that into my life. Whatever I feel is perfect and okay because it would be in an OM.
With clear, concise, descriptive communication, I can relax. There’s a lot more honesty in my relationships. I’m fortunate enough that my wife has learned the practice. So, I can trust that she will always be honest with me rather than lying in the moment, which would have me mistrust her in the long run. My partner won’t say things to make me feel better. She’ll say, “You have a pimple on your face. On your right cheek.” I used to expect the people I was dating to know exactly what I needed without taking the responsibility of communicating it. I was in a long-term relationship with a woman before Orgasmic Meditation, and she was very reticent about affection. I felt hungry for connection and a certain kind of attention, but I didn’t know how to ask for what I wanted.
I’ve always wanted to be the “nice person.” Like, “I’ll be your best friend, and I’ll never say anything that might go against the grain of what you’re feeling.” Now, I’ve finally found my backbone. I looked at all the places I was compromising who I was to make other people feel good about themselves. My Aries personality finally has a place to shine: I can be as blunt as I want and don’t feel guilty anymore! I have a lot of courage now to say the hard things to my friends and family. I’m from a conservative family in Texas. It was all about romantic movies, “Love is Forever” and “Finding the One and Marrying Him.”
I love the noticing stage, where your stroker notices something about your genitals and reports it in a value-neutral way. Instead of saying, “You have the most beautiful labia,” your stroker says, “Your inner labia are a dark purple and are folded to the right.” There’s no room for misinterpretation. I’m a people-pleaser, but I often feel what’s going on underneath communication. If what I’m feeling doesn’t match what someone is saying, it makes me feel crazy. I’m also a stroker. To be a stroker is to be able to let go of any value you place on being a “good lover.” As that transfers into life, you might think you’re a good listener but just waiting to talk.
My ego is— was, and still can be, incredibly centered around, “I’m hot shit, and I know what I’m doing.” But the reality is that women are such different creatures. I could think I know how to please a woman, but they all want different things. And if one thing works on one day, it won’t work on another. So I have to drop my ego and go with the sensation I feel through my body and my strokee’s body.
As a stroker, a man, or a woman, the way to do it right is just to feel what’s going on and have precise, pristine attention. I take that attention into my work with clients who have disabilities. The other week, a young woman with autism was crying and yelling at me in a store. As a stroker, I’ve learned to forget my ego and listen to the communicated things. She’s telling me to shut up and leave, but then... Oh, she’s cold. She doesn’t have a jacket on. Let me see if putting this jacket on helps this situation. And then she’s quieting down because her needs are being met. Orgasmic Meditation (OM) helps me discern what’s happening underneath it all.
