A Very Rare Kind of Two Spirit

My friend Nick is the benevolent creator god of his own planet. A wild alien with a heart of nuanced info-tracking capabilities and, oh yea, GOLD! He is one of my favorite people and here he shares about women, laughter, anal sex, creativity and being a very rare kind of two spirit… right after he…

Raccoon Hands

Many people associate autism with potential gifts. The ability to recreate complex images, to calculate mathematics, to have a new and valuable perspective on some aspect of the world. The social and emotional differences of Autism are already taboo, but what if the gifts that came with it were also? What if the autism diagnosis…

Shameless

Recently I’ve been investigating shame within myself. Emotion is the gravity of memory. It is these strong and often painful emotions that weigh down the space-time fields of our perception, determining what we remember and retain as our life experience. It is these recalled emotional atmospheres that shape us, that consciously and unconsciously define who we…

The Caves

I went to the West Bank when I was 18. It was during the second intifadah when the tensions in the world and the pulling apart of my own family along political lines drew me to want to see for myself what the truth of the situation was. I ended up working with the International…

The End of Love

Re-ignighting our fundamental life energy to overcome our addictions, family patterns and cultural conditioning to be healthy and thrive. A conversation with Dr. Gary Reiss on following our bodies and building a life of passionate calm. Gary Reiss holds an LCSW, PhD., and is a certified trainer in Process-oriented Psychology. His specialties include family therapy, sex therapy,…

Post Love Letters

  There is something almost unbearable about witnessing another person’s longing. The sensuality that goes along with opening one’s being to sexual communion is so tenderly and painfully precious, so shy and wounded, otherworldly and tremendous- It is such a magical sharing that it can almost only unfold in the light of another’s longing. Where for a…