Beer, Sex and Travel: Part Two

Copyright Victor Sanchez Studios

“…’cause I’ve been with alot of bitches.”

As quoted from Pez, a gentleman I met at the Ginger Man in Northern Dallas while drinking a wonderful bourbon cask aged stout with Stuart, who I had high designs on shagging that night. Stuart was amazed by my knowledge of beer. I was amazed by his beautifully curly dirty blonde hair and his blue eyes.

I’m a sucker for blondes with blue eyes. Especially if they have curly hair. There is nothing like waking up in the morning, after shagging all night, to perfectly soft, curly hair to nuzzle in. It still puts a smile on my face, months later.

You might be wondering how I’m going to be writing about the taboo subject of sex without it turning into porn or dating advice. So am I!

I can tell you this: My idea is to write about sensuality. Sensuality is defined as the enjoyment, expression, or pursuit of physical, especially sexual, pleasure. Therefore, I shall write about pleasing my senses which at points will entail some stories of a more sexual nature. So if you can’t handle it, then don’t read those stories but be warned they usually get interlaced with the drinking of beer and the excitement of travel. They all go hand in hand.

I recently read The Passion of Mary Magdalen. As I read the last words, I realized that this was my ‘bible’. My sacred book. It described concepts I had lived most of my life and still do. It sings of much older days, when there were priestesses and temples that healed through sensuality. They helped create culture where there was none. They were leaders of commerce since caravans would stop at the temples and trade before they moved on to another destination. When women owned land and passed it down to their children with no help of a man. If you served in the temples for a short time before being married off, then you were a highly prized woman. It was a matriarchal society and it worked.

Of course the term used for such a woman is “sacred whore” or “sacred prostitute”. Unfortunately, I don’t have a temple, but I do think that I am a modern shadow of what these women were. If you were ever one of my lovers, you might just agree.

I have never shagged or even cuddled with someone that didn’t have a hidden god. By the term ‘hidden god’, I mean a man that has no clue how awesome he is. For some reason he just hasn’t reached his potential yet and by knowing him, even in the biblical sense, I feel I help to direct him to the man he could be. There is something beautiful (physically and mentally) about all of us. I like to think that one of my gifts is to see the beauty of each person. Of course, I don’t open my door to each person, just the ones that seem to oddly recognize what I am. Not sure what I’m talking about?

Have you ever met someone and had no clue why you needed to know them, you just did? There was just something about them, a twinkle in their eye, something they said, the way they walked into the room, that caught your attention and kept it?

That is the first transaction between sacred whore and hidden god. These roles are not specifically male or female. Sometimes the roles switch throughout the relationship. In any case, usually both parties learn a new lesson and walk away ‘healed’ in some way. Sometimes it takes time to see it, but it’s always there.

Sensuality, sex, shagging, spooning, sucking face in bathrooms…we’re all animals looking for a bit of attention, some good ‘ole positive touch that makes us feel like we’re not alone. That maybe, just maybe, we are lovable and wanted.

And some of us animals travel across the world to find it…

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