Memories: The Key to the Universe – Leaving Atheism (NSFW – Graphic Language)

Well, here we have another memory out of order. I really didn’t want to write about this so soon. There are certain events which I prefer to put in their proper order so they have a context. So often women and their sexuality are cast as two alternatives, directly opposed. The Madonna and the Whore is how these opposing images are usually named. Not only are they positioned at the extreme ends of sexual behavior, they have other characteristics that accompany the bare fact of sexual activity. The frequency with which a sexually active woman is portrayed as a party girl, a poor student, probably unintelligent and certainly unintellectual and sexual behavior is portrayed accompanied by drug or alcohol use and general loutish behavior is tiresome at best. It offers a false choice. We all know it’s a false choice, but our lives have been so saturated by these images we sometimes we link these unrelated activities together in our minds despite knowing better.

If you’ve been following along with my memories, you may already realized that I was in the process of turning from a nerdy girl into something very different. It is important for me to communicate that I never entirely shook off some of my characteristics that made me a nerd in the first place. I remained a little bit bookish and a good student. I followed my parents’ directions. I didn’t smoke pot or take any other drugs and I didn’t drink alcohol until I got to college. It seemed to me that my intellectual and sexual awakening went hand in hand, along with a social awakening. There was yet one more aspect to this period of my life and that was a spiritual awakening.

Paarsurrey left a question on my About page. I was at a loss about how to answer it. This is only the beginning of the answer.

The penthouse condo was dark when we walked in. I could see that hallway opened up into rooms a few yards away, but there were doors in the hallway starting only a few feet from the front door. We entered the first one on the right. The lights were out but the city lights filtered through the large modern windows and filled the room with a soft twilight. The bed was a platform placed directly under the windows. The top of the bed was almost flush with the window sill. We sat on the edge of the bed and kissed. He fondled me and I found myself hoping he would not leave it at that. I had made the decision to have sex with him that night and I feared that he might back out at the last minute.

He whispered in my ear, “Suck my cock.”

I think I first tried something awkward, like bending over from the waist. He took off his pants and he guided me onto my knees on the floor in front of him between his spread thighs. This was an incredibly intimidating moment and it would be a long time before I found fellatio to not be intimidating. There I was, confronted with his penis. Inches from my face, it and his abdomen filled my field of vision and I had barely a clue as to what to do. I’d heard the usually crude jokes about girls who tried to blow on it because the were confused by the word “blow job,” so I knew not to do that. I went with the other obvious word and tried sucking. He stopped me. “Have you done this before?” I shook my head no. “You’re not feeling pressured, are you? You’re okay with this?” I nodded my head no and then yes. He placed either hand on the side of my head and talked and guided me until he ejaculated into my mouth. It was a strange taste, entirely unlike anything I had tasted before, bitter but not unpleasant.

He pulled me back on to the bed with him. He took off the rest of his clothes and then undressed me and we lay on top of the bed embracing. He got a condom at the ready. He performed oral sex on me. After I had had my fill of that particular pleasure, he asked me to put the condom on him. I frankly told him that I didn’t know how and he showed me. Then he entered me. We fit together easily and moved through many different positions. I orgasmed several times and finally he ejaculated again as well. I lay there beside him on the damp sheets, my body feeling supple and soft. My mind was enveloped by a pleasant haze.

Eventually, he was ready again. He stroked me and petted me until I felt as pliable as kneaded butter. He rolled me onto my stomach, straddled me and began massaging my back. My head faced the window and I could see the lights of Honolulu below. He tried to enter me. When he met resistance, he kissed the back of my neck and whispered for me to relax. He told me to trust him, that he would be gentle.

It is difficult to describe what happened next because it all happened in my head, but it felt no less real for that. As I tried to relax and give into his movement the boundary between our bodies seemed to dissolve. I felt as if I was catapulted forward into the street lights which turned into stars and I rose up into space, but it was no longer me, it was we, and not just him, but an ever-expanding we. I felt as if I had become one with the universe and I was lost in a sea of stars, carried away on a rhythm like endless waves. Then he finished again and collapsed on top of me.

Eventually, as I felt as if I might drift off to sleep, I roused myself, cleaned myself up, dressed and left.

This was the first moment since I first felt at the age of eight that religion was a man-made sham that I entertained the notion that there might be something more to the universe than the material world. It was one of the deepest, most profound and most moving experiences I had ever had. It seemed so profound that I couldn’t believe it was just a simple emotional response. I didn’t launch onto a non-stop spiritual quest, but there was a new idea in the back of my mind, that maybe something else was out there. However, there was one thing of which I did feel certain, that this beautiful feeling was good and any religion that said it was bad or sinful had to be in error. The very experience that caused me to ask questions about spirituality ruled out orthodox versions of the Abrahamic religions as possibilities.

It would be nearly fifteen or so years before I started calling myself an atheist again, and that is too convoluted a journey to summarize here.

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14 comments
  1. Reblogged this on hitchens67 Atheism WOW!! Campaign and commented:
    Your blog is pretty goddamn amazing! Love the West Coast one! And yes, atheists relationships do tend to uh, go to Hell, so to speak, after the theist starts trying to convert the common sense partner.

    • fojap said:

      Thanks so much for the compliment and the reblog.

    • fojap said:

      I made a mistake. The comment was left on my Commenting page, not my about page. He (or she) asked, “Why are you an Atheist? Did you find any evidence/proof that the ‘One-True-God’ did not exist?” I was really stuck about how to answer that because I never looked for evidence regarding the existence of the “One-True-God”, by which I assume he means the God of Abraham. I did go through a phase, if you can call a decade a phase, of asking question about spirituality. Mainly, I only looked into what might be called “alternative” spiritual practices. So, I thought about why that was.

      This episode did represent an important turning point in my life and was meaningful in quite a few ways and I would have written about it eventually one way or another.

      Maybe one shouldn’t expect a straight answer from an artist. But this really is a major reason I couldn’t give most of the major religions, at least as they are typically interpreted, much credence. So when I thought about the question, this is the answer I came up with. I can’t say it was what Paarsurrey was looking for. On the other hand, Jonny Scaramanga (sp?) had a post crediting his deconversion in part to rum and coke. I think mind-blowing sex the night you lose your virginity beats rum and coke any day. 😛

      • I’ll second that emotion, but Johnny is English 🙂

      • fojap said:

        Well, since I get my nose out of joint when people make fun of Americans, I’ll remain silent about that. Besides, I once had an English boyfriend whose lovemaking style was such that I often wondered if his parents hadn’t mistaken an illustrated version of the Kama Sutra for a children’s book.

      • As an Australian it is my duty to badger the English wherever I find them 🙂

  2. That’s a beautifully woven yarn. You are the master story teller and the scenes are as vivid as they should be! I love it

      • You write well my friend. I love these posts. Every moment I read one of them I look forward to seeing the person behind them.

  3. vastlycurious.com said:

    I was 51 when I had my true sexual awakening in a dynamic foreign to most. I cherish it. Lucky you found out much sooner than me ! I do not believe your story be a yarn.

    • fojap said:

      It’s wonderful that you found it. Everything here is true to the best of my ability to recall it. I left out details to keep it from being totally pornographic, but other than that I think it’s pretty accurate.

      • vastlycurious.com said:

        You are a pretty damn good writer you know? I do not really have the time to read many long blogs but you certainly hold my attention : )

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