Yes, this Wednesday is the International Women’s Day, a day for vindication and demand that has also to be a celebration. Let’s make it a day to celebrate our own pleasure as well.
Because – pleasure empowers
Because celebrating both life and pleasure is the best way of facing all denial over our own body and our own sexuality. Because your pleasure is yours alone, and nobody can tell you when, how or with whom getting it rightfully.
Yeah yeah, we know… work, children, house duties, or a thousand small inconveniences we got pushed over… but no! Stop giving excuses, enough is enough.
Get some time for yourself, dedicate to your own pleasure and happiness, just because. A brief moment to connect with our own breathing and our body, with our vulva and our joy.
From the moment I start thinking about the date for the Bodysex, it starts the ritual. The sensation is to keep alive the ceremony more than replicating a workshop. It’s something that connects me to the journey of wisdom that Betty Dodson launched in the 60s, and I want to perpetuate.
By setting the date to celebrate the next Bodysex, I start to have a clip in the stomach with the “countdown effect.” The days fall, tasks multiply, attendees confirmed, and everything culminates in a great swirl followed by a time when the room is ready, the attendees are about to enter, and calm appropriates all as after the tornado.
Once inside, the weekend becomes the pleasurable experience that got me hooked from the first Bodysex.
Those two days run so fast that we were always wanting more.