What a weird time for Kundalini–
Not that it ever occurs in an appropriate moment.
The first time it happened, I was on the train to Decatur:
Out of nowhere, that fiery ball of energy rose from beneath my cock and pulsed through my body in waves.
The sensation was so overwhelming that I started giggling, desperately trying to muffle the sound.
I squirmed fitfully as it tickled and tingled for what felt like an hour, although it was probably only a minute or two––
Time sorta dissipates when it hits.
The waves make it hard to keep my body erect,
And I usually end up writhing on the floor.
A full-body orgasm that lasts for minutes isn’t as pleasurable as it sounds––
It takes a surprising amount of stamina to receive it.
The exact nature of Kundalini is a mystery to me,
But it’s a force that is visceral and real:
Primal, healing, creative, and boldly erotic.
My relationship to sex has always been weird;
Kundalini makes it stranger.
I can’t say I mind it.