When I started practicing yoga, back in 2004, I was blown away by the physical feelings I experienced both during the class and in the aftermath.
They were definitely sexual to me. More precisely: orgasmic.
I was already acquainted with Hindu philosophy, which I had studied for several years at the University. But my readings of that time had been mostly theoretical and bore little reference to sexuality.
So I started diving into ancient and modern technical literature, and there I found my insights were not just confirmed but surpassed by facts.
Take the Pradipika, for one, with its obsessive reference to different kinds of pressure that should be applied with this or that part of the foot to the perineum, the scrotum and the gland/clitoris; its descriptions of Kundalini energy and its origin in the depths of the genital area.
Take the Mohenjo Dharo seal and other ancient icons invariably representing yogis and yoga-associated deities with their erected penises.
The very word asana, I came to know, stood for ‘a place to seat’. This ‘chair’ to me can only naively be understood as a resting device: asanas were originally conceived as peculiar sitting postures, designed to pull pelvic strings and press nerves, in order to produce sexual stimulation in association with spaciousness and comfort. That’s why in the Yoga Sutras they are described by Patanjali as sukha, the very Sanskrit word for invariably referred to orgasmic pleasure.
The more I explored not just manuals but myths and rituals alike, the easier it was to spot the concealed presence of sexual hints virtually everywhere in the yogic realm and its surroundings.
Yet parallel to this individual journey, ran my collective journey into the modern yogic community and culture.
And at this level, I was even more surprised to see how the deep connection between yoga and sexuality was generally unacknowledged.
Though many of the environments and classes I used to join were, in my perception at least, quite sexually charged, any explicit reference to the tight bond between sex and yoga was either denied or treated as inappropriate topic of conversation.
The reactions in the community ranged from malicious smiles to puritan condemn.
There is one incident that I vividly remember.
One day when I told my main teacher of that time that I was going to skip the next early morning class because that night I wanted to have sex with my girlfriend. I can still hear her sharp reply: Don’t you know that sex is bad for you, anyway?
When I started teaching, my life as an outspoken sex lover didn’t become any easier.
Any time I mentioned the orgasmic nature of all of our practices, meditation in primis, I could see dumbfounded faces and feel squeaks of uneasiness all over the place.
I didn’t and don’t agree with my teacher, but surely sex is complicated and it can boost or hinder your self quest depending on how you judge it and integrate it into the other spheres of your being.
This website was conceived as a starting point to explicitly discuss, in an adult and straightforward way, the connection between sexuality and personal realisation.
My main goal as author of this website is to bring to the surface all the mutual implications between yoga and sex, and all of the unspoken truths that many spiritual seekers are often encouraged to keep within.
Does practice yoga turn you on? What should you do about that arousal? How about masturbation?
Or are you so tired by the practice that it turns you off instead?
Can yoga help strengthen a romantic relationship? Or wasn’t it designed for monks?
And what if I’m single anyway?
And how about teaching yoga to children?
Did your teacher hit on you?
Did you hit on him/her? Would you like to?
Why are cases of sexual abuse from yoga teachers reported so frequently?
And it isn’t just about relationships.
At the core of all this lies the assumption that there is no real difference between sexuality and spirituality. That if we want to make our knowledge of things like God, the soul, the meaning of life, something more than a bunch of ideas, if we want to make it something lively experienced and real beyond words, then we’ll have to dig into the dirt until we unleash that goddamned Cosmic Orgasm and let it blast into our hearts.