From Catuaba to Ayahuasca, hypnosis and psychoanalysis, she had probably tried everything in search of an orgasm. And it didn’t even have to be multiple, explosive, or wet. She just wanted to understand what her friends were talking about when they described the – theoretically – wonderful sensation of losing control of their entire body, feeling muscle spasms and small electric shocks in their vulvas that left them with a mixture of exhaustion and total vigor at the same time. So it’s no surprise that she was present at this sexual wellness retreat with a slightly excessive dose of hippie positivity. While her best friend is naked from the waist down, with a hand mirror perfectly positioned so she can see her intimate area, she hasn’t even uncrossed her legs. Determined not to be labeled a puritan within that circle of women of all ages, some of whom could be her daughter, if she had one, or her mother or even grandmother, she took a deep breath, thought “to hell with it” and opened herself up physically and literally to the exercise. The command from the tantric therapist with shapely arms and skin that could only be described as made of chocolate and gold dust was simple: get to know your body. It was intoxicating and encouraging to feel the room gradually being taken over by citrus scents, sometimes vinegary, sometimes with floral notes, which were lost amidst the typical odor of intimate soaps that replace our peculiar aroma with a pharmaceutical version. She began to take the activity seriously when, instead of looking around, she gathered courage and looked in the mirror. If it took psychological preparation to see yourself naked in front of an audience, imagine doing so by looking not at your body as something cohesive, but looking for details in your vulva, your labia majora, clitoris and cavities? What she saw, however, surprised her. She perceived within herself a concrete poetry, the kind that dismantles words and only makes sense to those who strive to decipher them. There, in its most hidden part, she recognized forms of nature that resembled neither flowers nor fruit, but rather drops dripping from a sweet and perfumed candle, which together formed marks like river water leaves on the sand. At the end of the dynamic, she felt that, having overcome the prejudice she had against herself, there were no more barriers to overcome. Orgasm finally seemed possible.