BH 4: Cum for your own good

Orgasmic Meditation confirmed what I already knew

At a Northeast Portland art and protest panel earlier this year, an audience member asked my friend and and sometimes-collaborator Rian Dundon a question like, How do I get my revolutionary politics into my art? And he responded with the most useful sentiment that anyone in attendance would hear that day:

Behaving as a true artist in an environment of raging capitalism—as opposed to functioning like a corporate tool— is a revolutionary act in itself.

by Robert McGowan / Unsplash

Being an artist draws pressure, most of which is financial. People deal with it different ways. Too many drink liquor to make the pressure and pain go away. Some artists are just straight-up dicks and cunts to folks, sometimes unconsciously letting off steam. Most, however, go with the only distraction whose sole victim is the self:

They talk about art, while no longer being about art.

Spectacular orgasms are in limited supply, I understand the urge toward economy.

Me? Well, you know I smoke weed. And do yoga and work out, of course. Even walking inverts the strain that LA driving can be. But the unsung hero in keeping my wits is orgasm. Endorphin-flushing, system-invigorating orgasm. I make a point of cumming as often as possible, no different from doing yoga, hitting 24-Hour Fitness, or my strict cannabis regimen.

Admittedly, it’s sometimes a challenge to squeeze in a stroke sesh, but I am not a quitter.

@ Nicole Deadone’s place

Up until age 45 or so, I had only suspected that volume orgasm is good for you. That was before I visited the One Taste house in San Francisco’s SOMA District. Pardon me if you’ve heard me tell a version of this story before, but last week I saw for the first time Orgasm Inc., Netflix’s film document of the One Taste movement and its sexually- charismatic leader, Nicole Deadone.