There’s a rapidly growing movement bringing in a new way of engaging intimacy. This movement is commonly referred to as Consent Culture.
This journey is not one that can be taught. This journey is one you must discover on your own.
Our blood is a deep and profound part of our medicine as women. We are the keepers of the gates that bridge the worlds. Through our wombs life is born and through our care, life gives way to death. In this way we are incomprehensibly connected to the mysteries of our world…
Perhaps the most common objection to practicing consent is rooted in the perception that asking someone to kiss or touch them will “kill the mood” or is somehow not romantic, as if being clear about what’s happening between two people makes it less sexy.
If consent is not explicit, then it goes into the unspoken realm of implied assumption.
A couple years ago, the issue of sexual assault came up across several communities in Portland, naming at least four different men as violators. It was like a sexual assault bomb went off in the city and many conversations followed, groups formed, and people grappled with what to do.
It was heavy, intense, and uncomfortable. I participated in several conversations, and facilitated a few. In each conversation, what I came to call “the rise to the defense of men” would inevitably take over. Early on, someone, usually a man, would interject something to the effect of “but all men aren’t bad.”