Mermaids and Male Orgasms

As mythology has it, mermaids hang out near the shore, they are, of course, naturally feminine and they sing songs, siren songs, which are mesmerizing to the sailors who hear them. These songs have a beaconing quality to them. Their message is: I need you. I want you. Come to me. Come closer; closer still. Come to me. I will receive you.

It is said that sailors who become enraptured with these siren-songs would move ever closer to the shore, only to eventually find their ships destroyed as it crashed upon the rocks.

So what does all of this have to do with the male orgasm? Plenty. Speaking as a male, in my experience, there is something mesmerizing about the feminine, and it isn’t necessarily represented in physical song, although it can be. The epitome of this, for me, is k.d. lang. When she expresses it, she is the feminine siren song; beaconing me to surrender.

Now, back to orgasms. So here I am being enchanted by the feminine. Granted, it occurs in the moment, as being enchanted by a particular female, but I’d like to reference it in a broader context, for the sake of this conversation, as the Feminine Principal. This connects to, and is embodied by pretty much every woman. And this feminine principle (whether verbally or not) says pretty much the same things that the mermaids say to the sailors. Come to me. I need you. I want you. Come closer; closer still. I will receive you. Let me hold you and give you the gift of my being. Enter me and give me the gift of your seed.

Then during the experience of sex there is a ramping up of this dance where “She” is calling me closer and I am reaching higher and higher states of surrendering to her, as she surrenders to me. The magnetic attraction to this surrender continues to increase, until it eventually reaches exponential growth, the closer it gets, the stronger it is. It becomes something that I simply can’t turn away from. Whatever is going to happen, I am fully committed. My breathing accelerates, my thrusting accelerates, my attention is completely captivated by what is happening in the moment. At this point, I am not having sex, we are not having sex, our bodies and our Being is having sex, and we are just along for the ride.

And then there is an explosion. I am done for. I (my ship) has crashed upon the rocks and my being shatters into a million fragments, as if it were an image on a piece of glass. I am left with no-thing, with emptiness; something inside me becomes very quiet. Relaxation washes over me and I collapse. The insatiable drive which was animating me, just moments ago, is over and for a time, I am left with an absence of identity, and absence of thought, just peace. At this moment, all I want to do is rest in this quietness.

Through the process, the masculine principal has been brought home. We followed our attraction to the feminine principal; we vigorously pursued it, and had our way with it. Somehow, in the dance, our having our way with It, was actually It having It’s way with us. When we finally achieved this union and fully embodied it with our partner, we became, for a time, destroyed in the process. She led us back to our primordial being. We return home and experience what it is like to be whole; to be undivided; to be beyond masculine and feminine; to contain both. We rest in that completeness. Then, if we can bare the vulnerability, we fall at her feet, in gratitude for what she has provided.

~ c a r s o n
November 28, 2010