by Brad-Leaf Amberheart
OK...so what happens when a sexually-ecstatic being--who devotes the bulk of his days and nights on earth to summoning PLEASURE and guiding others to do the same--winds up on an operating table, under a scapel?
I'M HERE TO REPORT BACK THE FOLLOWING:
TUESDAY, Apr. 5: Sexually Ecstatic Being goes under scalpel. Sweet and very generous friend Bobby O'Dell is with him every step of the way, and cute little Jimmy also comes to post-op so they can bring him home that night and help him, because he can't tie his shoes or put on his own pants for 2 days
WEDNESDAY, Apr. 6: Sexually Ecstatic Hernia Surgery Recipient becomes an EROTIC MATCH-MAKER for two visitors who proceed to have an ecstatic erotic communion IN HIS BED! He breathes along with them...head to toe...on his back...and DJ's their lovely communion...moving the energy, vibrating in its healing capacity...yummm....WOW! That was DAY ONE!
THURSDAY, Apr. 7, DAYBREAK: Post-Op Sexual Ecstatic is constipated and DIDN'T GET ANY SLEEP ALL NIGHT DUE TO PAIN and WONDERS IF THERE CAN BE ANYTHING PLEASANT IN LIFE AGAIN...but he takes Milk of Magnesia and the situation...um...passes...and there's a whole day of sweet SLEEP to enjoy! 3 FRIENDS COME at 3 PM--Geoffrey Hayes, Tomas Grignon, and Eduardo Montero to make a full meal in the kitchen! Yum! I love these men and the visit was extraordinary. Thank you!
FRIDAY, Apr. 8: I discover that I can reach the floor to put on my pants! Still not up for lifting pots and pans, though, so...My lovely friend Norm and I order the "Happy Family" Chinese selection from Oriental Pavilion and they deliver (see attached photo with daffodils Tomas gave me). Reverend Norman D. Self was with me from Wednesday until Sunday, which was TREMENDOUS contribution to my sense of community, well-being, and feeling much-loved.
SATURDAY, April 9th
(This is where it gets HOTTTT!)
I feel MIRACULOUSLY ENERGIZED and decide to GET IN A CAR AND DRIVE to a HOUSE-HOTTING PARTY. That's right...not just a house-WARMING, but a HOUSE-HOTTING! I walk in like an old man. People ask me if I'm in pain. I say no--I just like sitting. It comes time to STRIP DOWN, and so I take off everything except a pair of camoflauge briefs and tell people in the opening circle "I might be wearing camouflage, but I'M NOT HIDING. I tell them, "Scars and all...I am delicate, and I like it that way". They smile and express their delight at my vulnerability, and then...
I proceed to enjoy watching a REALLY HOT GUY'S BARE ASS flex while he makes out hot and heavy with a lovely female lover...and they ask me to oblige them with kisses, so one by one...I kiss them...yummmm...
Needless to say, it was a speedo recovery...I mean...SPEEDY recovery.
SUNDAY: I did simple, restorative yoga stretches, then...
I gave a HOUSE-BLESSING at my lovely friend Dominique's new tiny house, and honored her as a much-needed medicine person who is holding a beautiful place on the northern edge of our village of Asheville.
MONDAY, Apr. 11: My lover came over and we made out and I got EXCITED ALL OVER (as I have done EVERY day since my surgery). I cherish this excitement, because clearly, it has made the difference between a miserable experience and an ecstatic one.
TUESDAY, Apr. 12. I took A HALF-MILE WALK along the beautiful French Broad River, stretching out my abdominals and feeling the great and lovely presence of Earth and Moon and Sky. I discovered 2 new cafe's in my own neighborhood and sat by a fire, quietly, and listened to people talk.
WEDNESDAY, Apr. 13, TODAY: I'm meditating and doing YOGA on my porch. I can sit in a half lotus now with great ease. Spring is full-on, and I'm so excited! I'm writing new course programming and outdoor ecstatic ritual announcements!
Yummy! See you soon!
THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR PRAYERS AND YOUR VISITS. It has really made all the difference. I have talked to 2 or 3 other men who have had this surgery before, and the reports they gave of their recovery were NOT anything like as rapid or pleasant as mine. I still have some time to fully re-gain my FULL RANGE OF MOTION AND THAT CIRCULAR PELVIC ACTION I LIKE, but all in all...I am a VERY FORTUNATE man and am tremendously grateful for my friends and family.
SEXUALLY ECSTATIC, Ughhmm-ummm...HERNIA SURGERY--How MY COMMUNITY helped turn potential misery into PURE FUCKING FUN!
This is for the people who have thirsted.