Sensuality is the way to experience the rich color, sound, flavor of a moment. It can be a way we experience sex, but it is so much more than that. It is what gets us out of our heads and into the moment. It is the key to connection.
Communities have coined words like gluttony, lust, hedonism, sin… all warnings about the dangers of our carnal cravings. In religious, pious, or proper circles, sensuality, our “flesh”, our “carnal” nature can be treated like an extricable part of us to be tamed or suppressed for the sake of discipline or spirituality. It is the snake in the garden.
For women, especially, to be taken seriously, we should mask how much pleasure we get out of eating, dancing, or having sex. Even more so, we should be careful not to tempt others into experiencing too much pleasure. Modesty, discipline, or spirituality, become the ideal. They are often nice words that actually mean suppression.
I have dared myself to reclaim my sensuality after years of pushing it down out of fear of its takeover. The piece “sensualidad” is a dare to us all.