Release shame and express your sexuality. Even just writing those words fills me with a sense of, well, shame.

There is an embarrassment that comes when you begin to contemplate who you are and what you want, both in and out of the bedroom. We seem conditioned to pull away from anything more than standard, vanilla, socially acceptable expressions of the self.

There is a narrative, born of tradition, education, religion, and media, that seems to suggest it is okay to like and do and be one set of things, but not others…

The sense of self is an illusion.

When we introspect, we see that there is nothing stable to hold onto. Our moods, thoughts, desires, behaviours, and opinions constantly change.

“Who am I other than constant change?”

Turn the camera inwards and observe for yourself. Watch the thoughts come and go. Notice how you did not choose the thoughts that came, nor the thoughts that replaced them. They just appeared and disappeared of their own volition. Watch, and see how emotions, memories, moods, and other mental phenomena arise.

Where are they arising from?