Podcast Workshops

Portals of Pleasure Preview

It’s time for Portals of Pleasure, Body Trust’s annual deep-dive erotic residential retreat in New Mexico. Are you feeling the call this year? Find out more as Alex, Lizz, Zed, and Amy talk about the retreat, what to expect, how they are inspired by the work, and what their favorite Portals might be.
Registration for the retreat is now open. This year’s theme is “steadfastness” or what is steady and true in your body. Are you curious to learn more? Then head on over to for more details.
Portals of Pleasure is a 5-day erotic retreat for genderqueer folks and women folks, held July 24-28, 2019 at the Bodhi Manda Zen Center in Jemez Springs, New Mexico.

Newsletter Poetry

A combustion of words

A poem, an offering

This delightful poem speaks of combustion, our planetary theme for August.


Sara Eliza Johnson

If a human body has two-hundred-and-six bones
and thirty trillion cells, and each cell
has one hundred trillion atoms, if the spine
has thirty-three vertebrae—

if each atom

has a shadow—then the lilacs across the yard
are nebulae beginning to star.
If the fruit flies that settle on the orange
on the table rise
like the photons

from a bomb fire miles away,

my thoughts at the moment of explosion
are nails suspended
in a jar of honey.

I peel the orange

for you, spread the honey on your toast.
When our skin touches
our atoms touch, their shadows
merging into a shadow galaxy.
And if echoes are shadows
of sounds, if each hexagonal cell in the body
is a dark pool of jelly,
if within each cell
drones another cell—

The moment the bomb explodes

the man’s spine bends like its shadow
across the road.
The moment he loses his hearing
I think you are calling me
from across the house
because my ears start to ring.
From the kitchen window

I see the lilacs crackling like static

as if erasing, teleporting,
thousands of bees rising from the blossoms:
tiny flames in the sun.
I lick the knife
and the honey pierces my tongue:

a nail made of light.

My body is wrapped in honey. When I step outside

I become fire.


In praise of serendipity

How we discover

I often feel like I move through the world backwards as compared to the more goal-directed folks all around me. They march forward, a clear destination in their sites. I meander, side-to-side, traversing and spinning along an emerging path, patiently awaiting surprise.
But what if there was value in that wandering? Or as this article on serendipity asks: How do we cultivate the art of finding what we’re not seeking?
Finding pleasures in the body often needs that same serendipity and openness to unexpected delights. Otherwise, we run the risk of narrowing our focus to what is already known, seen, or felt. I mean, how would I have discovered the pleasure portal of someone’s heel pressed into my armpit (really! you should try it) or the potency of having someone whisper in my ear a description of their favorite breakfast (the one that makes us both swoon!) if I hadn’t wandered down some overgrown embodiment paths. The terrain is full of surprises if you wander off the main trail.
— Amy