There are Woman spaces so safe and sensual that all of your inhibitions vanish as if they never existed. Nothing is naughty. Nothing is forbidden. You discover an openness and fluidity of movement within yourself that you thought was impossible. Her willingness to flow, blend, roll and play overwhelms you with simplicity and kindness. There never was a need to be strategic or clever, never a need to manipulate to try to get what you wanted. Just ask. Just try. The healing intimacy is far far deeper than thinking. Experientially you are led to discover how easeful sexuality is. The tacit innocence is irresistible. Everything works. Everything brings you closer. The mind just drifts away from lack of use, and only touch guides you both further and further into delight in being naked and refreshingly alive.
There are Woman spaces so stark raving insane that the world shatters around you into a million terrifyingly-sharp razor blades. Nothing fits together and everything makes you want to scream in fear and rage. The more you thrash, the more you get cut to shreds and bleed. Staying still is no answer because then you are only an easier target for vicious vampire entities. You bodily perceive the unending and twisted depths of feminine horror. Insanity reigns. There is no way out and no way through. Nothing and nobody could prove that anything else is true. Death would be better than this. Devouring demons rip out anything that is holy or sacred from your soul and shit on it until it suffocates before your eyes. Nothing remains. And yet, after some time, the Nothing that remains has some persistence. No matter what else there is, there is also the Nothing. A healing arises out of the molding spittle slime. The healing is that even in the depths of insanity, you find that you are okay. You find a new home in Nothingness, and that home is discovered to be already everywhere.
There are Woman spaces so warm and nurturing that boundless love caresses the hidden sour pockets in your soul. Nectar reaches into your tissues and smoothes away all your rough edges everywhere. Never more must you stand alone. You have arrived. The gates open and you are enfolded in the Garden of Paradise. She has only been waiting for you to come be-with her there. Nothing is expected of you. You do not have to pay. You enter her glance and crumble into her welcome. You should never be worthy of such sweet warmth and loving acceptance, for you know that you have sinned. You know that you have hurt women, even indirectly, accidentally. Women are such fragile tender creatures. And children, you have hurt children, only by ignoring their request for a touch, a smile, a glance. So precious are the children, and you have hurt them. You do not deserve to be welcomed into the Garden, and yet she begs you to come and only be held by her love. Your heart breaks, and in the breaking your heart becomes real and is healed.
Words cannot begin to impress the actual experience of a Man accepting the invitation to go through the gates and explore the worlds of Woman, hand in hand with your woman. You have to work for this. It is hard work.