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Since I became a mom, Betty and I don't get to spend as much time together. The workshops have become the best way for us to reconnect. Now that Grayson is 13 months he can stay home happily with Daddy and mommy can have breakfast with Aunt B, catch up, and assist her in the circle.

When Betty and I click, we click. This past workshop was our best. It felt like we were dancing across the floor anticipating each other's movements, effortlessly gliding through the steps. We ran our third certification workshop; 7 women from Spain, Austria, the West Coast, Boston and NYC will go on to run their own Bodysex groups.

The women who find themselves at our door, committing to continue Betty's work are the best of the best. I think it's ruined me for casual friendships. When you get to know someone by displaying your vulva and sharing orgasms, idle chit chat and shopping trips just don't cut it. At one point, Betty announced, "ok you're all going to marry me". That's how connected you feel to these women. It's not just a lecture. It's not just a workshop. It's something much deeper.

For the main ritual on Day 1, we had the women pair off and each run genital show and tell as Betty watched and critiqued them. Genital Show and tell seems to be the part of the workshop that the women stress about. Betty has been doing this for 4 decades and her knowledge can be intimidating. It's not about knowing which architectural style each vulva resembles or where the urethra is...it's about holding the space as women share their greatest vulnerability then name and claim their vulva. What was interesting is that several of us changed our vulva name. Roxy is now Bella. Even though we were running a "mock" genital show and tell it was still trans-formative, it still moves you to tears. It is the healing in Bodysex.

At the beginning of Day 2, Betty took the women through the vulva illustrations (pc muscle, internal clitoris and g-spot) that we do at the end of genital show & tell. I'm always struck at the complexity of our sex organ. And we have the clitoris which exists solely for pleasure. There isn't another pleasure organ like it in the entire animal kingdom. Pleasure is our divinity.

One of the woman brought a bottle of bourbon and placed it on the tray in the middle of the circle. I knew that this group was going to be different. Then the other women presented chocolate and champagne. As we kicked off erotic recess, Betty asked me to find some old school rock 'n roll instead of my ambient mood music. These women wanted to fuck themselves proper.

We orgasmed to Jimi Hendrix, The Who, Cream, David Bowie, Aerosmith and the Rolling Stones. Then we passed around the bottle and did shots of bourbon while we all danced around. It was animal, tribal, and I loved it. My breasts were super engorged with milk. I looked at Betty, squeezed my breast, and showered her with milk. Then - one by one - I squirted all over the other women baptizing them in my milk. We laughed, we came, we nibbled on chocolate and we killed that bottle of bourbon.

This time when we did the pillow fuck Betty sat wrapped in her shawl and described the fuck bar fantasy: we're all sex workers bent forward and tied up under a bar facing each other waiting for clients. As she went through the despicable men who saddled up to the bar and penetrated us, we orgasmed and orgasmed. Betty does the best dirty talk.

It was time to end the day with the final ritual. We all sat indian style in a small circle so that our thighs were touching each other and held hands. One of the women remarked that she could feel the energy passing through the circle. Then we each chose a word that summed up how we were feeling. Mine was "peace". We raised our hands into the air, shook them wildly and released our orgasm energy into the universe. Then we cracked open the champagne and toasted to Bodysex.

What a beautiful weekend. Thank you

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