On Monday, my uterus or ovaries or some part of my
reproductive system near my vagina was about to produce a new follicle.
Loads of creativity was about to erupt into my existence. You can
tell that this happened from the prolific, eloquent and delightful posts that
have erupted onto my blog. My
last post was two weeks ago. The yogis say that men should save their seeds
and avoid ejaculating regularly so that their bodies are not depleted from the
arduous task of making new sperm. My teacher Darby's son Shankara used to
go on and on about this in teacher training. There were only three men in
our class and Shankara blamed this on the fact that all the other dudes were
busy jerking off, blowing their loads. After their strenuous masturbation
sessions, they'd have no choice but to pass out on the couch in a half-assed
attempt to regenerate their sperm. The yogis say that instead of
ejaculating out their dicks, men should apply various techniques such as
squeezing their anuses and or moula bandhas. Then the sperms will stay
within them and the life force usually released in ejaculation can be
redirected to heal organs or travel up the spine or something else that is
similarly interesting. Fluid Free Ejaculation. I'm just wondering
if perhaps the process of making new sperm could be healthy and therapeutic and
inspirational. Just as in exercise you break down muscles so that you can
build newer, stronger and more, limber ones, it might be good to expel old
stagnant sperm and then come up with something better.
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| Pattabhi Jois, Johanne Darby and Shankara Darby, inside his mother the day before he was born. |
Today, Shankara likes to save his seed. And we know that he
came from a good seed.
If a sperm is ever going to enter my uterus, I want it to be
brand new and excited to be alive. All this is very scientific. Probably
sperms die anyways and the balls or whatever organ is involved makes new ones.
But is this as useful as a Sperm Cleanse?In her awesome Ted Talk, "Loving Your Lady Parts as a Path to Success," Alisa Vitti talks about the different phases of your menstrual cycle and how you can adjust and maximize your life according to the flow. I wonder if there is a similar option for men.The vegan life coach used to say that he had to cum two times a day. Less than that, I can't remember what happened. More than that he felt drained and drowsy. Just before we stopped dating he was figuring out the dry ejaculation thing. He was very proud of himself. Moula bandha and whatnot up his spine, and he felt SO GOOD.
At the time, most of the orgasms of my life were internalized and/or non-existent. The vegan life coach never inspired either kinds of orgasm. Not even that time I got drunk on the Easter weekend and went to his house and got more wine. I lay face down blindfolded on his bed, and I felt something cold and plastic enter inside of me. Whatever it was made a faint flute sound. The tune was unrecognizable. Then I recognized what the object inside of me was. A recorder. I wondered if the recorder had been inside anyone else. In any case, it didn't do it for me.
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| Boy plays blue recorder |
That was the End. Approximately.
When I was a little girl, I played the recorder, and also
the trombone. I practiced very diligently. This post was supposed to be about sperm, but the vagina got the last word. The vagina, and then the recorders.
Happy Father's Day.
This Day has lots to do with Sperm, if you really think
about it, or even if you think about it even just a little bit.
Sperms, Barbecues, and Mowing the Lawn.
The End, Precisely
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