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Juliette LaMontagne's avatar

I’ve been thinking a lot about the sensual and the spiritual, and I agree that there’s a longing to reunite the two. But we keep trying to buy our way back to the sacred using the tools of the secular world, and then wonder why nothing quite transforms. Today, we no longer have sacred baths; we have spa packages. Ceremonial plaiting has been replaced by a hair appointment at the salon. I can pay $220 to be wrapped in seaweed and soaked in mud, but what I want is to be bathed in milk and honey by someone who carries a ritual tradition to which I belong. I can schedule a session with a sexological bodyworker and sign the waiver, but what I long for is temple sex in its original, uncommodified form. Not the workshops of the wellness economy, but an erotic rite through which I can offer myself to something larger than my own narrow orbit.

The problem isn’t the services themselves; it’s the absence of lineage. Ritual without ancestry feels performative.

Marcus's avatar

Would you mind elaborating on why you don't love the term heteroflexible?

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