Men In Touch

	Men In Touch – Yum! By David Mielke
One of the healthiest, most delectibly fulfilling concoctions of sensuality and spirituality I’ve tasted is a workshop put on by Men In Touch, called MMMM - Men’s Magical Mystical Massage, facilitated by Sequoia Thom Lundy, MA. Like a master chef of healing touch, Sequoia has been refining the recipe for these gourmet buffets of male to male massage and ritual for years and the result is an emotionally wholesome, physically nutritious, and spiritually delicious chow line of comfort food for the Soul that feeds a deep hunger to connect with other men in ways that honour their hearts and spirits with the same gusto and lusty appetite as their bodies. The first time I attended one of Sequoia’s succulent smorgasbords all I knew was there would be massage lessons and nudity. When I met the other men who would be participating I thought things like, “Whew, I hope I get partnered with him!”, and, “Eeww, I hope I don’t get stuck with him!” The usual superficial categorizing and sorting into degrees of physical attractiveness that keeps so many men feeling isolated and disconnected from each other and ultimately themselves. In the introductory circle Sequoia said, “Take a good look at the men gathered here; by the end of the workshop they are all going to look beautiful to you.” “Ya, right!” I thought in my usual junky wounded fear-dieted way. But as I breathed in the wise aroma of Sequoia’s wafting words I felt some deeply malnourished part of my spiritual stomach start to rumble and growl with anticipation. My emaciated hope for more spirit nourishing interactions and compassionate ways of seeing started to salivate. I bellied up to his massage tables, forgoing a bib and cutlery, feasting directly with my fingers on the juicy joys of nurturing and being nurtured by other men until I felt fed and satisfied in a physical and metaphysical way I never had before. At the end of the workshop I looked around at my comrades in that closing circle - these shining men who had served as my fathers, my sons, my brothers, my lovers, my friends; and who had allowed me to serve as theirs. My massage mates who for two days had gently touched my body with their hands and my emotions with their words and my spirit with their hearts - and realized Sequoia was right! All ages, shapes, and sizes; my type or not my type; all were indeed beautiful – radiant even. Even me. Sequoia had given me a feeding of the truth: we men are all beautiful, we all deserve to be seen and heard and touched and appreciated. We all need to take care of one another. I never wanted to dish out or dine on anything else again. What ingredients did Sequoia use to whip up such a magically transformative banquet of sexy spiritualty? Well, a heaping heartfelt mixture of tantric, yogic, and erotic massage; a tad of dance, a smidgeon of chants, a slathering of gently heated oil, some freshly peeled nudity, a dash of tai-chi, a spoonful of stretching, a big cup of talking, a bigger cup of listening, a soupcon of slowly melted eye-gazing, a hint of hand-holding, a sprig of music, a ladle of laughter, a few freshly squeezed tears, a sprinkling of visualizations, liberal spicings from different belief systems, and a generously dripping dollop of his loving intentions to bake up a space where men can celebrate one another physically, emotionally, and spiritually. All mouth-wateringly served in a sensually sacred circle garnished with tender kindness, respect for boundaries, and the most flavourful support you can imagine. Yum, indeed!

Men In Touch – Yum!

By David Mielke

One of the healthiest, most delectibly fulfilling concoctions of sensuality and spirituality I’ve tasted is a workshop put on by Men In Touch, called MMMM - Men’s Magical Mystical Massage, facilitated by Sequoia Thom Lundy, MA.

Like a master chef of healing touch, Sequoia has been refining the recipe for these gourmet buffets of male to male massage and ritual for years and the result is an emotionally wholesome, physically nutritious, and spiritually delicious chow line of comfort food for the Soul that feeds a deep hunger to connect with other men in ways that honour their hearts and spirits with the same gusto and lusty appetite as their bodies.

The first time I attended one of Sequoia’s succulent smorgasbords all I knew was there would be massage lessons and nudity. When I met the other men who would be participating I thought things like, “Whew, I hope I get partnered with him!”, and, “Eeww, I hope I don’t get stuck with him!” The usual superficial categorizing and sorting into degrees of physical attractiveness that keeps so many men feeling isolated and disconnected from each other and ultimately themselves. In the introductory circle Sequoia said, “Take a good look at the men gathered here; by the end of the workshop they are all going to look beautiful to you.” “Ya, right!” I thought in my usual junky wounded fear-dieted way. But as I breathed in the wise aroma of Sequoia’s wafting words I felt some deeply malnourished part of my spiritual stomach start to rumble and growl with anticipation. My emaciated hope for more spirit nourishing interactions and compassionate ways of seeing started to salivate. I bellied up to his massage tables, forgoing a bib and cutlery, feasting directly with my fingers on the juicy joys of nurturing and being nurtured by other men until I felt fed and satisfied in a physical and metaphysical way I never had before. At the end of the workshop I looked around at my comrades in that closing circle - these shining men who had served as my fathers, my sons, my brothers, my lovers, my friends; and who had allowed me to serve as theirs. My massage mates who for two days had gently touched my body with their hands and my emotions with their words and my spirit with their hearts - and realized Sequoia was right! All ages, shapes, and sizes; my type or not my type; all were indeed beautiful – radiant even. Even me. Sequoia had given me a feeding of the truth: we men are all beautiful, we all deserve to be seen and heard and touched and appreciated. We all need to take care of one another. I never wanted to dish out or dine on anything else again.

What ingredients did Sequoia use to whip up such a magically transformative banquet of sexy spiritualty? Well, a heaping heartfelt mixture of tantric, yogic, and erotic massage; a tad of dance, a smidgeon of chants, a slathering of gently heated oil, some freshly peeled nudity, a dash of tai-chi, a spoonful of stretching, a big cup of talking, a bigger cup of listening, a soupcon of slowly melted eye-gazing, a hint of hand-holding, a sprig of music, a ladle of laughter, a few freshly squeezed tears, a sprinkling of visualizations, liberal spicings from different belief systems, and a generously dripping dollop of his loving intentions to bake up a space where men can celebrate one another physically, emotionally, and spiritually. All mouth-wateringly served in a sensually sacred circle garnished with tender kindness, respect for boundaries, and the most flavourful support you can imagine. Yum, indeed!

Back