"Before I boarded the bus, I made sure to take off my lanyard, which featured the words 'AGENT OF ORGASM' above a picture of my face."
-Gawker's Nitasha Tiku spent three days at OMXperience, a three-day conference in San Francisco this past August intended to "kick off the industry of orgasm" via orgasmic meditation, or "OM." (Some NSFW video guidance here, if you're interested.) Tiku, pre-initiation, frames the practice as a uniquely tech-bubble creation ("Everyone is interested in doing fun things with their bodies. But the impulse to systematize, replicate, package, sell, and build an ideology around it is uniquely Silicon Valley"); Nicole Daedone, the 46-year-old leader of OM company OneTaste, calls it an effort "to go into the belly of the beast and begin to heal this trauma about misused sexuality":
If I were a person out there, and I heard about a group of people who were living together and were doing this practice where they were stroking genitals, I would probably think the same thing. Because I wouldn't have any context to understand. Because there IS no context for connection in our culture. There's no context for any kind of female pleasure. There's no kind of context for sexuality within a rigorous practice.
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