You couldn’t imagine a more unlikely candidate to lead a sexual revolution! In the days before the stork had a GPS, a baby girl intended for Malibu, Honolulu, or Paris ended up delivered to a small farm in Missouri. Yes, Missouri…we call it God’s Country because nobody else would build there.
Even as a little girl among the corn stalks, I knew I didn’t fit in. Problem was, the world was a giant jigsaw puzzle, and places where I didn’t fit were a dime a dozen. I was restless, a salmon who wanted to head back to the headwaters of a stream where I belonged but had never swum before. I went into the business world…got a lot of chops and busted a lot of moves. I had what it took to succeed as a woman in a man’s world, and yet I was miserable. I had the aching certainty I would know what I liked when I saw it, but had no clue where to begin.
At last I found that mystical place, that sense of completion, in a man named John Williamson. I call him a man…he was more like an idea, a movement, a category of one. I came to sell him an insurance policy, and he sold me a great destiny.
John was a pied piper and he played a tune that was strange and wild, yet beautiful. I followed it and didn’t look back. What was most wonderful about that haunting melody was that he admitted to me in bits and pieces that I was the one that inspired it. We were complimentary…two halves of a perfect relationship. It was to capture some semblance of that relationship in permanent form that led me to wrestle with marriage. Wrestle I did, like Jacob wrestling with the angel. Like Jacob I was seeking a blessing. When I found what I was looking for, I was possessed with a drive to tell other little girls in Missouri that they too have a homeland where their spirits can roam free. If I help even one, that would be a fitting tribute to John and wellspring of satisfaction to me.
Life with John at Sandstone was a dream for me that had come true. When I awoke I found myself in a “back to nature setting”, a love community like the one described in Robert Heinlein’s book, Stranger in a Strange Land. We were all nude and practiced open sexually without guilt or shame, from jealousy and possessiveness. Honesty, openness and mutual respect were our garments, so we had little need for privacy. Love is the most powerful emotion on the planet. It begins with learning to love ourselves, and it naturally follows that the love with us attracts the love of others. The rest takes care of itself.
Many revolutions throughout the history of mankind have ended in revenge, repression, and disappointment. This revolution ended with the healing magic of touch. On that hopeful note I end my first post!