I felt like my spiritual life was being destroyed by my burning sexual desires.

We have all been infected by an incorrect idea: that life is a battle of good over evil, light over dark.

Creating a context where you can take back control can be healing.

We have all been asked to live in shame, guilt, and silence, while life quietly, relentlessly, and asexually slips through our fingers.

The abused and repressed become the self-abusers, and self oppressors, obediently enforcing society’s rules and laws about female sexuality.

It seems to me that culture and religion are the origins of sexual shame.

Religions are bent on severely restricting sexual, psychological, and spiritual freedom in the name of “old time” morals, values and beliefs.

Good women with bad vaginas cause “good men” to do bad things, and when men do, we just blame the women.

Many of our sexual, psychological, and spiritual stresses - one way or another - lead back to religious thinking.

I'm curious how many readers have stories or fantasies regarding incest that you would be willing to share - good, bad, ugly, sweet.