Here was the sitch: It was the day before I was supposed to be leading a live weekend seminar for 2, women at the Javits Center in New York City. And Hillary Clinton had just lost the election. My staff and I were inconsolable. How were we going to deliver this event — and properly celebrate thousands of women — with this devastating news hanging over our heads? I had planned to run on stage in a white pantsuit, carrying an American flag to commemorate this momentous win — the ultimate shattering of the glass ceiling for womankind.
Instead, we were all sobbing wildly, feeling the fear of what lay ahead in the wake of this terrifying election outcome. I was inconsolable, and scared, and I could not find my center. I knew I needed help. I felt like I had nothing to give to those 2, women except my devastation. And it occurred to me that there were perhaps women in the audience who had, themselves, voted for Trump. So despite my passionate leanings, I needed to expand my capacity to love, to sister, and to create community.
Now, for the past 30 years or so, I have had an orgasmic practice that I do by myself and with similarly trained partners. This practice allows me to have as many orgasms as I want, no strings attached.
One of my training buddies was scheduled to come over later that day to practice with me. I recognized that experiencing orgasm would flood my body with oxytocin, which, when released from the brain, floods the body with endorphins, our natural pain-killing hormones.
These endorphins soothe nerve impulses that cause stress, boost our mood, and create a sense of intimacy and bonding. My practice partner called to say he was busy in meetings all day with his own work emergencies, and could no longer fit me into his schedule. And a few hours later, the person who arrived at my door was Peter. He walked into my apartment, where my whole event staff of eight women, and my mother, were sitting at the dining room table doing last-minute planning.
