Life seems to move in seven-year cycles.
After spending the last seven years away from sensuality – life simply had other priorities – I’ve made an observation during these months of being back in the midst of it all: in the meantime, a new kind of human has grown up – those now in their twenties and early thirties – and I’m still learning the nuances of their “user manual.”
You see, in an erotic massage session, human nature reveals itself within minutes. In that space, both body and soul are naked. There’s nothing left to pretend or hide.
By comparison, in a “normal” work environment among colleagues, it can take a long time before you start to understand what kind of person you’re really dealing with.
The young people I’ve met during this short time seem somehow less coarse than the generations before them, whose “manual” I knew by heart. They have a finer, subtler energy. They don’t rush into my big welcoming hug as they step through the door; their embrace is more reserved, angular, their body cautiously held back. The overflowing eroticism of the massage makes them, at first, rather wary…
Perhaps their psyche still carries the mark of the turmoil that swept across the world starting in 2020 – when that generation was still very young and tender. Such things inevitably shape the human mind. The world hasn’t been the same since. Life isn’t as carefree and playful as before – especially when it comes to closeness and touch. Healing those wounds takes time.
Much closeness has moved into the virtual space, into screens and phones. But that isn’t real closeness.
That’s why what we do here, in these erotic massage sessions – the intimacy we experience together – is truly important and healing work in this world.