Our Danish Sisters

My First Bodysex Workshop with Betty Dodson 

I only knew Betty for a few months when she asked me to travel with her to Copenhagen. Betty hadn't held one of her bodysex workshops in over 12 years and she was heading to Copenhagen to hold a new workshop with 13 soon-to-be-graduating sexologists. There was no way I was going to miss out on this!

Betty told me to buy a pink bathrobe for the workshop....that's all the information she gave me. I logged on to the Victoria's Secret website and ordered one pink robe in medium. (everytime I where that robe I think of my Danish sisters and how much fun we had together). I will admit that I was a bit nervous about the trip. We'd been to Cuernavaca, Mexico together but my man was there and another couple. I hoped that we would travel well together and not drive each other crazy. We talked the entire flight and didn't miss a beat ;)

I had no idea what to expect. I knew that she used to have 12-13 women gather in her apartment where they'd all sit in a circle naked. I'm not terribly modest so I figured I could pull it off. In fact, my mom used to joke that I was missing the modesty gene. Yes, I could be Betty Dodson's assistant for a bodysex workshop. It couldn't be any worse than litigating.

We would be working with these women for 2 days. When we arrived at the location for the group, Betty and I fell in love. It was this historic danish building with a quaint elevator, herringbone wood floors, high celings, crown moldings, and a ton of natural light. It oozed european charm. There were several rooms including a fabulous kitchen. Of course, Betty opted to switch around the furniture so we'd be in the main room on a gray green rug with sunlight streaming in from the windows. It's not Betty unless everything in a room is changed around to fit her virgo sense of order and symmetry.

One by one the women came in. Most of them were in their late 20s and 30s just about to graduate with their degree in sexology. Betty drew us all around and told us to change into our robes with nothing left underneath kind of like they do when you go to your gynecologist: nothing under the paper robe, please. We undressed like most young girls do in gym class: with our backs to each other with as little skin showing as possible. No one looked at each other. And I don't think any of us were to happy about it but we were undressing for Betty fucking Dodson!

We finished changing and sat down indian-style in a large circle in our robes. What a menagerie of women. We had several natural blonds (I'll never forget Maja), an adorably feisty latino, one pregnant woman, a woman with a skin condition that left large swaths of white and brown patches across her body (we called her pony because she was so beautiful), two larger women, a woman with tons of body piercings, and Betty at the head of the circle.

The first thing Betty did was to go around the circle and ask each woman, "how do you feel about your body? how do you feel about your orgasm?" One by one we answered. It was so amazing to see attractive women talk about how they obsessed about a feature they felt was unbecoming. No one felt they were perfect...well except one of the larger women who loved her body. As she was describing the unbelievable sex she had with her boyfriend another woman started crying because she didn't love her large frame. I had never witnessed this kind of candor from women before and it was almost my turn.

It was so healing. It was so intimate. When it was my time to answer, my heart was racing. My body was shaking. I spoke about how I was fearless...how nothing intimated me but that I was overcome by what was going on in this room. I described how I felt honored to be here with Betty...and with them. I think I even said something lame like, "I just want to learn" I'm not sure but I do remember what I said about my body. As I swallowed, I shared something that I never really had expressed before, "I'm not that happy about my hips and my ass. I've always been very round and was called things like 'thunder thigh' and 'black butt' my entire childhood. I spend 5 days a week in the gym to make sure my ass is always tight. And I know that most men find it attractive but for me it was something that always separated me from my white friends and even my sister. I just didn't look like them".

We were all exposing our veins - communing with each other - in a way women never do in our culture. We vacillated between tears and giggles. Betty wrapped things up and we broke for lunch. We sat around a big wooden table in the kitchen eating fruit, veggies, turkey sandwiches, brownies, and bottled water. Karen, our host, came in and we kidded with her about not taking the workshop and being part of our group. You could tell how Karen felt...uneasy like we did when we were undressing for the first time.

Then, Betty had us disrobe and look at our vulvas in a mirror. She instructed us to sit with our legs apart with our backs against our backjack chairs on the floor, place the mirror with the stand slipped back behind it so that the circle part of the mirror was between our thighs in front of our pussies, and lube up our fingers with Sliquid Organics Natural Lube.

We stroked our pussies slipping our fingers through our lips and spreading our lips apart to look at the structures of our pussies. We found our clitoris', the bulbs of our clitoris', and practiced manually stimulating ourselves. Then we took our vaginal barbells, lubed them up, and inserted them to practice flexing our pc muscles. We pulled it in and out, up and down, and over our g-spots. One woman stood up and her pc muscles were so strong that the vaginal barbell stayed tight in her pussy. God, she was amazing!

We looked at ourselves and one-by-one Betty pulled one of us to the front of the room, sat next to her, and called us to all gather around and look at her vulva. Yes, we all stood there completely nude clamoring around Betty and her model as we looked into her pussy. There were so many different looking vulvas. That was the point of the exercise....I got it...then I got my camera. I asked the women if it would be alright if I snapped a picture for our genital art gallery. No one refused. And don't think that I held out. My pussy is here too!

I imagined that we were all being watched by some group of researchers trying to figure out what sort of ritual we were performing: a group of naked women - the oldest one directing them to spread open their pussies for the rest to watch - and another looking like an assistant naked on the floor on her elbows with her ass in the air taking pictures of each vulva.

Wouldn't that be an unbelievable rite of passage for young girls? There with their grandmothers, mother, aunts, sisters - their tribe - looking at their vulvas to understand their bodies and begin their sexual journey. They'd be in a protective, warm, loving environment supported by other women who were sharing their sexual knowledge NOT with some guy who's trying to get their pants down in the back of a car who spreads that word in school the next day that she has long labia.

Day 2 the women arrived and all of us hugged each other hello and we undressed together in one room facing each other unashamed with no fear of judgment. We reassembled in the circle and Betty had us go around the circle and talk about our thoughts. Women spoke about sleeping like a baby that night, about how they felt so relaxed, about how they couldn't wait to get back here. Betty had spent the better part of 25 years perfecting her workshop and there was something real here....something that none of us had felt before and now we were addicted to it.

Then, we broke out the vaginal barbells and our hitachi magic wands. Betty had us all stand up, naked, in our circle and run our vibrators over our bodies starting with our head. By the time we hit our clitorises, one woman had already had her first orgasm. The, we all laid on our backs as Betty talked us through 2 hours of orgasms. Its such a wonderful feeling to be lying next to another woman as you're both cuming. Some legs were touching but everyone was stimulating themselves to these heights of passion. It was about us. It was about our pleasure. We didn't have to perform or get anyone off. God, I had missed masturbating.

As one woman started to moan louder and louder you heard an orgasm move from her to the next woman to the next woman around the circle. These weren't soft sex sounds. They were real, deep guttural sounds. She was the one with that beautiful dark, mushroom pussy. Betty started calling her the Black Orchid. The room was electric. I could have gone all day there on my back listening to the real sounds of female orgasm. It was beautiful!

When we broke for lunch, we all felt so connected. We sat and ate and talked and shared. Robes were open, jokes were made about sticky pussies, and we all just were ourselves. There was no competition. There was no insecurity. No one could take what we shared from us. I have never felt such communion with other women. We should all be able to relate to each this way at least once in our lives.

The morning of our flight back to nyc Betty and I were exhausted. We had been in Copenhagen for 5 days, performed 2 days of workshops, done 4 newspaper interviews, several television interviews including Copenhagen's #1 television show, and barely been out of our flat. In fact, we didn't even get to see the famous mermaid statue or any of the sights. We didn't care. We had had the best Copenhagen had to offer.

It was 5am and we would be in the air for over 9 hours. As we rolled up to ticketing with our suitcases in tow, we saw 3 of the women from the workshop. They walked up to us, held their hitachic magic wands over their heads, and yelled "HITACHI!"

Thank you to all the women of Copenhagen for opening their homes, their lives, and their orgasms to us.