(FIRST PUBLISHED: August 2015, written in 2011 or 2012)
I’m on retreat right now and can’t post. But here is an article I wrote a few years ago and never published anywhere until now. It’s kind of long. Sorry.
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You’d think that an organization whose aim is to convince people that masturbation is a religious sacrament would have a sense of absurdity about it. But the folks at One Taste seem deeply offended at any hint that maybe the idea of diddling girls as a meditation practice is sort of, you know, hilarious.
Their technique is simple. First you build what they call a “nest.” Basically, you put a yoga mat or blanket on the floor and a girl lies down on it with her pants off and spreads her legs. A fully clothed boy sits on a cushion to her right and scissors his legs over her at about waist level, one over her and the other under. Then he takes his lubed up right thumb and sticks it kind of in her vagina but not very deeply. This area, they informed me, is called the introitus, which is something I’m not sure I really needed to know.
The boy then takes his also-lubed-up left index finger and rubs her clitoris with tiny strokes in a very specific way on a very specific point (the lower left, to be precise). The practice lasts for exactly fifteen minutes. Then he wipes her off and pushes down on her privates with both hands for a while.
Afterward the couple shares with each other a moment of sensation that was memorable to them. This moment is supposed to be expressed as dryly and clinically as possible, focusing only on physical sensations and avoiding any hint that anything emotional might have been shared in the experience. She puts on her pants and then you’re done.
During this “meditation,” the couple is supposed to keep drawing their attention back to the point of connection. For the woman that means concentrating on the feelings of ecstasy generated by a man (it doesn’t necessarily have to be a male who does this, by the way) rubbing the most sensitive part of her body. For the man that means concentrating on how his finger keeps slipping off the target area while three other people keep complaining that he’s doing it wrong. Or at least that’s how it was for me. I’ll explain.
I was invited to try out the Orgasmic Meditation practice, or OM as they call it, because in my book Sex Sin and Zen I made some not entirely positive remarks – though not entirely negative remarks either – concerning my brief visit a year before with the organization’s founder and a little tour I was given of their group’s communal living space, a reconverted downtown San Francisco hotel.
A year after that meeting, when my book had come out, I met a woman from the One Taste group – I’ll call her Rebecca – at a cookout in San Francisco. She complained bitterly about what I’d said in my book. “Well I never actually tried the practice!” I said. My initial meeting had just been to sit and talk with the organization’s founder. This had been arranged by one of her students who I had befriended when he and I were both staying at Tassajara Zen Monastery for the summer.
Rebecca asked if I wanted to try the actual practice and said she’d volunteer to be my partner. Never one to turn down a chance to investigate new permutations of the dharma, I accepted. And yes, I was not completely un-motivated by the prospect of seeing Rebecca naked and rubbing her privates. She was cute! Still, at that point I was open to all possibilities. I was skeptical, sure. But I was open.
And it came to pass that a week or so later there I was in their headquarters on Russ Avenue in San Francisco, rubbing my index finger on Rebecca’s clit as two senior instructors, who I’ll call Richard and Angela, looked on and made comments about the various mistakes I kept making.
Richard and Angela’s job is to coach newbies on how to do the practice. One of the perks of the job is that they get to see a lot of wet young pussy. They would like you to believe that does not matter to them, that they are in this only to spread a gospel of sexual freedom they believe can save the world from its ills.
Even so, Angela kept sighing deeply and even moaning occasionally, observably turned on by the spectacle of me masturbating a hot young girl right in front of her. I wondered if she had any idea how obvious she was being. Richard kept his vocalizations in check. But I didn’t doubt he was getting just as worked up.
As for me, the entire operation was far too clinical to produce much of a reaction down there, if you know what I mean. The only time the exercise made my naughty bits perk up were the moments when Rachael squeezed my thigh in response to some stroke I’d gotten right in spite of Angela and Richard’s criticisms. Even so, my testosterone level was rising to fever pitch, though I was only barely aware of it at the time. We’ll get to that later.
I’m not exactly a stranger to meditation. I’ve been practicing Zen meditation daily for over 30 years, having started the practice while I was quite young. I was ordained a Zen teacher in 1999. I’ve written five books about Zen, some of which have been translated into several languages. One of those, the one Rebecca got upset about, was about the sexual aspects of Buddhist life.
Though I’m a monk I’m not a celibate one. As I said, monks ordained in Japanese-based Buddhist traditions are not required to take an oath of celibacy. Generally their initial training is celibate by default since it’s very intensive and leaves little time for anything else. But once they’re done with that, they can pretty much have sex with whoever they want. So as a meditating monk who has sex, I can say with some authority that what One Taste teaches seems to me to be neither good sex nor good meditation. Worse yet, it’s not even very much fun.
One Taste is the brainchild of Nicole Daedone, an attractive and well-spoken woman who knows her way around the various current buzzwords on meditation. She smiles warmly while she describes her technique as being a way to get “inside of an experience.” “Orgasmic meditation,” she says, “is the practice of mindful sexuality.” It’s a method to “get here, in this moment.” Her delivery is as spot on and media perfect as any high tech exponent of the Upper Middle Way – the current manifestation of the Buddha’s famed Middle Way re-imagined as a commodity for the wealthy and bored. Her talks are filled with all the right clichés and with intimations that she possesses cosmic knowledge she’d be glad to sell you.
I was thankful that during my initial visit nobody ever brought up Tantric Buddhism and its practices of sexual meditation. Those techniques are very different from what One Taste advocates. Monks and nuns who practiced Tantric sexual meditation were expected to train in more standard styles of meditation for years before they were entrusted with the secrets to the sexual stuff. One Taste sends you right into sex-based meditation from the very start. Tantric sexual meditation techniques are closely guarded mysteries revealed only to initiates. One Taste will sell you a DVD to show you how it’s done. Obviously, we are dealing here with something poles apart from sexual Tantra.
The orientation I attended before the actual diddling started felt like a job interview. Whenever I tried to make jokes, Angela played along politely while Richard seemed like he could barely contain his urge to smack me and call me a blasphemer.
There were a lot of buzzwords thrown around during this orientation session. As with any cult, One Taste has a whole lot of special lingo one must master to be “in” with the group. For example, they talked a lot about “safe porting,” whatever that is. I had no clue. They also seemed desperate to fit any reaction of mine into the categories they had established. So whatever I said, they had a definition for it. I kept trying to trip them up, but they were smooth.
During this orientation session, while she and Richard were briefing me on how I should masturbate Rebecca, Angela kept sending Richard out of the room to fetch things for her like an obedient manservant, like the rubber surgical gloves they insisted I wear during the session. As I watched him submissively scurry to fulfill her demands, it appeared to me that she was more than simply his senior as a teacher. His submissiveness went beyond what would be required in a normal working relationship. To each their own, though. But what a perfect place for men who enjoy being sexual submissive to women. Not that there is anything wrong with that!
The session finished in the required fifteen minutes without Rebecca ever actually climaxing. I pointed this out, and said their orgasmic meditation system seemed to be lacking a key component. They didn’t get what I was implying. So I said, “You seem to have a new definition of the word orgasm.”
“No,” Richard said, in a rare instance of taking any action before being told to do so by his mistress, “We’re reclaiming the word.” Whatever, dude, I thought. People I know don’t use the word orgasm that way and never will.
After the session was done Angela asked me to tell her what I felt about it. I tried my best to relate my experience to meditation. But this was not meditation. Not by a long shot. It was masturbation. They rhyme, but they’re not the same. So I related it to sex. And it was hard to be very positive about it because, as I said, as sex, it was kind of lousy.
I remember thinking, as I was diddling Rebecca, “I don’t usually do this sort of thing with a pair of gloves on.” And about how I could have done a better job with my tongue. And how much I disliked being monitored. Don’t get me wrong. I can understand the turn-on potential of having sex in front of an audience, but not an audience of critics.
Yet for all that, I didn’t have much of a strong opinion one way or the other about OM’ing until a little while after my trial session was done. Up till then it just seemed merely weird and pretentious. Lots of people like to do things they’d be doing anyhow and then calling them “spiritual practice.” That’s fine.
But walking around Amoeba Records in Haight-Ashbury a few hours later I noticed that I felt like I wanted to punch somebody. I was not going to do that, mind you. But all the testosterone coursing through my veins was demanding action of some kind.
I have meditated a lot, and no meditation session has ever made me feel so intensely aggressive. The only time I can recall feeling anything similar was when I was flirting furiously for several hours over the phone with this woman I knew but had never actually had sex with. We made plans to get together that night after discussing in some detail what we would do. Then she just vanished. Apparently something came up and she went and did that instead.
This is what is commonly called “blue balls.” It can make a male feel very aggressive because he has a highly elevated testosterone level and nowhere to go with it. I tend to assume this feeling can account for lots of acts of seemingly random violence.
I texted Rebecca and said I’d like to discuss the session. She initially seemed interested. But a little while later sent me another text saying she was too tired from her day at work at One Taste to hang out. She asked how I felt about it. I texted back that she and her whole group had their heads so far up their own asses they’d never figure out anything. That was uncouth of me, but I wanted to give her some hint of how the practice had affected me. I couldn’t even blame her for not wanting to hang out. Hell, at that moment I didn’t really want to hang out with me either!
Meditation seeks calming and balance. Orgasmic meditation, at least as far as my experience goes, seems to be incapable of that. It sends the participants’ hormones into overdrive and leaves them hanging there. That is the nature of the bodily reactions the technique works with and this really can’t be changed. I suppose you could just have some sex afterward and get some release, but that’s discouraged. You’re supposed to have a pure OM experience instead.
For a man, I can’t see that going anywhere very good. I don’t think my blue balls reaction would be at all atypical for any heterosexual male who engaged in the practice. It’s hard for me to imagine how they deal with all this runaway testosterone at the refurbished hotel where many of the OM people live together. It must make things kind of tense and weird at all times.
It’s not just hormone overdrive either. I also wonder how they deal with the super-charged sexual atmosphere of that place. I got a very brief tour during my initial visit. Just walking down the hall, I could hear couples engaged in OM’ing with their doors wide open. I’m not sure I could manage living in a place run like a fantasy college dorm from a porn video. It’s certainly not conducive to anything I would call a meditative lifestyle.
Look. I’m all for people trying on whatever lifestyles they please as long as nobody is seriously harmed in the process. I wouldn’t denounce the Playboy Mansion, for example. But the Playboy Mansion is honest. It’s about hedonistic pleasure for the rich and privileged. Nobody pretends the Playboy Mansion is an ashram.
It’s hard to know quite what One Taste is about. Much of their promotion material seems geared toward selling it as a kind of couples’ therapy thing. The meditation aspect is downplayed in a lot of this material. But it appears to me that the insiders see it as much more than that.
“It’s a cult!” a monk at San Francisco Zen Center told me the minute I mentioned One Taste to him. It’s hard to disagree. Their organization has all the hallmarks of a cult, the charismatic leader, the special language, believers all living together, lots of weird rituals, etc. But then again San Francisco Zen Center has all of that too, except these days they try to stay away from having a single charismatic leader. Not that it doesn’t still happen anyway – though they have diversified to the point where no one person can control the whole organization. Anyhow, I digress. That’s a different discussion.
I can’t make any blanket statements about what One Taste is or can be to its followers or to you, dear reader, should you wish to check it out. And I have to say that they were nice people, for what that’s worth. I have heard that masturbation demonstrations like the one I witnessed routinely cost a couple hundred dollars. It was kind of them to let me do one on the house. Don’t go in expecting a free strip show like I got. I can say, though, that this is not a style of meditation – or even a type of sex for that matter – that I am interested in pursuing.
Dogen called his style of zazen meditation the peaceful gate to joy and repose. To me that sounds more enticing that One Taste’s expensive gate to culty buzzwords and blue balls.
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“‘You seem to have a new definition of the word orgasm.’
‘No,’ Richard said, in a rare instance of taking any action before being told to do so by his mistress, ‘We’re reclaiming the word.’ Whatever, dude, I thought. People I know don’t use the word orgasm that way and never will.”
That sounds like those people who try to redefine the word “god” into something other than what it has meant for thousands of years across nearly all cultures. Actually, trying to redefine “god” is arguably more dishonest, more misleading, and possibly even harmful.
Truth is stranger than fiction.
As my brain searches furiously for a compassionate understanding of what the OM’ers are doing, I find myself reflecting on women who orgasm easily, and women for whom the sensation builds until it drives them crazy but who cannot even things out enough to climax. At least that’s how I understand what’s happening for them.
I know there is at least one woman out there who is preaching the gospel of discovering orgasm to women. For some women, it takes a lot of careful effort to discover. Can’t find the Tedx talk for the Sonoma County native I’m thinking, but as I google I did find this definition of what OneTaste is about:
“… a new definition of orgasm to women.”
Emphasis on bringing orgasm to women there, not on meditation. That is in line with what I was hypothesizing above.
My god, it just gets better; from an entirely different TED talk, by Mary Roach:
and some more fun:
Thanks, that was a good one.
One Taste was a book written by Ken Wilber 16 or 18 years ago.
Go sloooooooooooow, baby.
the empty hand rubs the clit stub
relax in the tiny nothing of the OM
the orgasm is flowing, the mind is still.
“This next section will be about the function of (pressure in the fluid ball of the abdomen).
… when the (activity of the body) is tapped in… (there’s a subtle) pressure that you’ll be able to feel after awhile… (and) you can tap into (the long or short of inhalation or exhalation).”
Look ma, both arms!
This was fucking hilarious.
I have have done something like OM, in my flat, alone, with a partner (whose idea it was) and I enjoyed it very much. It was relaxing and arousing and made me more sensitive to the more usual kind of sex we had later.
We also switched roles.
I could definitely do it again.
Nah, it is not meditation, just concentration, but it can be uniting and fun when everybody is comfortable with it. 15 minutes of no pressure to orgasm can be very enjoyable. The discussion during and after was nice and not restrained.
I have had lazy lovers who have not really wanted to learn how to use their hands on me, and this was really nice way to learn where it feels good. I wonder if men have same kind of feelings about girls using their hands.
I see nothing wrong in taking what is interesting in this practice
and using it to make your sex life better. No gloves necessary, unless it is your kink.
This is for you Shinchan:
Meditation make zen masta horny. So what else is new?
Who composed the melody for “This Land Is Your Land”?
(Hint: It was not Woody Guthrie.)
It’s become very trendy to call any group with rules, rituals, and a charismatic leader a cult. I’m sure if the Buddha were alive today and we saw his monks walking around behind him with their palms pressed together we’d say “Look at that crazy cult over there!” Our fear of group-think of any kind borders on the hysterical which leads to something even sadder– the fear of spiritual teachers, sangha, and religion altogether. Ironically, Buddhist dialogue in America leads to the creation of more lonely, spiritual assholes per capita than anything you’d see in Asia. Wonderful isn’t it? This is Buddhism coming to the West. This is our contribution.
Well, you know what they say. You can lead a sheep to Kool-Aid, and if you’ve got any sort of title (like zen masta!), you can make them drink.
In Asia, zen masta say, “meditation make me so horny!”
“Fucking assholes.” – Used-rugs
It does not sound like that activity is part of Orgasmic Meditation. You might be thinking of some other organization.
As for the common characteristics and practices of cults …
Those characteristics are so broad you could apply them to any group if you really wanted to (the military, Apple, Free Masons, etc.) And that’s the problem with throwing the cult word around willy-nilly. It’s an insult to the real cults out there who are doing truly strange, innovative work.
Doing the ‘put two random words in the YouTube search bar and see what comes up’ thing and came across one of these videos!
If you do this on a bed it messes the whole thing up. YOGA MATS ONLY. Box springs invalidate the meditation unless they are copper wherein the coils channel mystical energy into the OMer. This is an advanced move though; lasers shooting out from wherever is sexy but dangerous.
Ok this was hilarious!
One Taste information overload.
TLDR: One Taste is a direct offshoot of at least one older cult (Daedone was a “student” of at least 2 cult leaders) and many people seem to agree that it exhibits many of the characteristics of a cult.
“When I see a bird that walks like a duck and swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, I call that bird a duck.” – James Whitcomb Riley
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Brad, stick to writing about Buddhism… that was the worst erotic story I ever read. 😉
Thanks Fred, for the Tanya Tagaq vid… I’m in love. Animistic orgasmic throat singing rocks.
Tanya looks VERY like an ex-GF of mine. The ex-GF had orgasms whenever her nipples were firmly tweaked: hours of fun.
Although I’m getting a lot less interested in orgasms these days. Zazen followed by green tea seems a lot more stimulating.
Let me get this straight (note use of that last word) Brad, you’ve got your finger on the trigger for 15 minutes and:
A. The girl does not get off (no wonder they were giving you bad marks, your technique must suck!).
B. You are not aroused until one of the disparaging, moaning onlooker squeezes your thigh (finally) gesturing some sign of approval. Wha??????????
Sounds like you may have thought “One Taste” meant an oral stimulating type sesshin, so no wonder you were disappointed.
& yeah finally I must agree w/constantine, this was (non-)fucking hilarious!
No onlooker squeezed my thigh! The girl I was diddling squeezed my thigh. Is that unclear? I’d better have another look.
You are right, Sir! I got the names mixed up between the moaning and squeezing, and noticed when re-reading you had gloves on, possibly purposefully dulling her meditations on achieving orgasm (as is usually understood) & possibly if she did that all day long with paying customers, more dullness may set in, so you get an even break there as well.
As for the blue balls, maybe they should expand their concept to include an adjunct sperm bank next door or something, making more bank from the spank!
And the term isn’t original with him, it comes from Mahamudra. It’s “ro gcig” in Tibetan and refers to the stage of meditation where everything, inner and outer, is seen as having one essence.
… which is true up to a point – but there is variation in the salinity of ocean regions. I had a pleasant break in Crete last week, did a lot of swimming. The Med tastes much saltier than the North Atlantic, for instance.
Similarly, the birth canal can have multiple overtones to its aroma, beyond the basic brine+umami. Foie gras; tobacco; 9V battery; pinebark mulch; beeswax; 28 day aged chateaubriand.
Mmmm. Yum. The myriad variety of one taste.
the basic brine+umami. Foie gras; tobacco; 9V battery; pinebark mulch; beeswax; 28 day aged chateaubriand.
LOL, thanks, S.O.
And thanks, G.C.; nothing quite as surreal as listening to the Carter family while reading about Victor Baranco and the discovery and rediscovery of female sexuality in the Bay Area (a tip of the hat to Brad for interviewing Nina Hartley, our local sexual revolutionary).
“the train I ride is sixteen coaches long; the girl I love, is on that train and gone…”
Nice conclusion on that link, from Marc Beneteau:
“Comes down to the spirit with which it is done”- while I never experienced the kind of testosterone rage that Brad had after his OM session, I can say that I have experienced encounters that left me with his other result. It’s enough to positively influence the amount of time I want to spend in dual cultivation with strangers, in the direction of none.
“if I sank beneath the lonesome sea…”- the Carters sing on.
My nick is a Tanya Tagaq song. I heard her live last week and it rocked! So hard, some people had to leave early…
Still curious about the retreat in Lammi.
!!! TRIGGER WARNING !!!
I don’t think that Brad’s aggressive feelings after his “Orgasmic Meditation” experience were caused by “testosterone overdrive” or “blue balls.” I suspect that he subconsciously realized that he had just been sexually abused and coerced into sexually abusing “Rebecca.” My first question after reading this post was “Who got raped in this scenario? Because it feels like somebody just got raped.”
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Is Brad’s website under attack from OneTaste’s devotees?
It’s true. You can’t stimulate each and every woman with the same technique to orgasm. And some will not have a clitoral orgasm (through touching, licking) at all, but a vaginal (or other) one.
Nivana(bliss) is enlightenment? Isn’t that the typically percived point of view of Buddhism? Achieve bliss and become a Buddha?
Like on one hand, those who experience bliss(nirvana), seem to have this certain understanding that relates to Buddhist teachings.And can assist others in attaining that same bliss and metta there of.
On the other hand, just because they understand this sensation of extreme bliss, doesn’t mean that they can teach it to all other living beings. Doesn’t mean that they can save all living beings. Or even their buddies.
I think the Bodhisattva’s path is to try their best under all situations.
T-girls have the potential to become endowed with wisdom as well. T-girls can attain the bodhimind. Bodhi is the point of it all right?
I wonder if the suppression of sexual gratification, like the suppression of crying, can bring about the experience of enlightenment? I wonder if this is why traditional monastics are supposed to not just engage in intimate relationships, but even SEEKING personal sexual gratification ?
In that train and of thought, it would mean that transgender ppl(who I assume lose the ability to reach orgasim) would have greater potential to experience Nibbana. Through the incredible suffering they must undergo: growing up in the wrong body and being sexually confused, perhaps being repulsed by their own bodies as they go through sexual maturity, and being continously frowned upon by being a man who feels like a woman. ….Yet, I can’t conceptualise why a person would do such a thing as gender reassignment to themsleves?
However, being a (somewhat?) sexually balanced individual, like the concept or depiction of Buddhist deities, and not seeking the very thing that is primal to a person (sexual gratification), >>>>wait, may be sexual gratification is not primal to a being?….But at least not having the ability to achieve orgasim; may be that makes transgendered ppl more capable of achieving the experience of “Bhagava?” Of Buddhahood(doesn’t one who returns as a Bodhisattva, want to ACHIEVE Bodhisattva?)
May be a person who has experiences Nibbana, who wishes to experience Nirvana again; is like a transgender person who wishes to achieve orgasim again?
Still, if the goal of Buddhist practice is Nirvana, so that one can achieve Bodhisattva, the means thereof is to “not seek.
May be not rejecting experiences as a wandering lay-monatlstic **that are not harmful*, even in the extreme of sexuality; is like not seeking. Like being polyamorous, is like acccepting what comes your way as a learning curve. Like seeing all things as Sangha. (Which, I think includes animals etc, and things too.) Like watching your cat refuse to go outside because its a state of the ” unknown. ” Ah….Alright, I’m going to get my computer fixed. I really wanted to take a month off and see what happens, but, I guess I should accept things as they are. Too much screen time is definitely conducive to depression. I guess I need to learn how to manage it better.
If the goal of Buddhist practice is Nirvana, so that one can achieve Bodhisattva, the means thereof is to “not seek. (-.-) ” imho.
Yoga is best.
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