If you think that felt good…
Apparently some people would like us to believe that pleasure (whether we experience it from eating ice cream that’s full of fat, frenzied rubbing of our own bodies or even thinking sexy thoughts) is something about which we are supposed to feel guilty. Feeling good is shameful, so we feel bad while we are feeling good. In fact, some would argue that we feel good because we feel bad. If we’re having too much fun in our relationship, we’re told we’re not taking it seriously enough. If we find being silly with our children enjoyable, we’re told we’re overindulgent. If we find reading trashy novels, watching bloopers, or playing video games stimulating, we’re told we’re shallow or un-intellectual. And God forbid if we find any pleasure in something sexual.
Not me. I would argue that there are loads of us who need to relearn how to own and experience pleasure. Learning what brings us pleasure and how to relax and enjoy it should be a required class. Imagine for a moment what your days would feel like if you added thirty minutes of unadulterated pleasure to each day. Imagine what your relationship would be like if you spent even one evening a week making each other feel good. Pleasure itself isn’t illegal or immoral or harmful. And most times, what brings us pleasure won’t kill or damage us in any permanent way. We need to stop feeling bad about feeling good. Pleasure is too sweet a prize to be watered down by guilt or shame. And life is too short to waste time on the fat-free stuff.
Posted by Jenn on March 8, 2006 9:58 AM
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At a playdate recently, our 18-month-old hostess decided it was time to masturbate. Luckily her parents knew to let her be. So, she's off to a good start... hopefully she'll never learn about shame.
-- Posted by: Mama Meg at March 9, 2006 1:46 PM