A core of 38 men and women — their average age the late 20s — live full time in the retreat center, a shabby-chic loft building in the South of Market district. They prepare meals together, practice yoga and mindfulness meditation and lead workshops in communication for outside groups as large as 60.
But the heart of the group’s activity, listed cryptically on its Web site’s calendar as “morning practice,” is closed to all but the residents.
At 7 a.m. each day, as the rest of America is eating Cheerios or trying to face gridlock without hyperventilating, about a dozen women, naked from the waist down, lie with eyes closed in a velvet-curtained room, while clothed men huddle over them, stroking them in a ritual known as orgasmic meditation — “OMing,” for short. The couples, who may or may not be romantically involved, call one another “research partners.”
Okay why do they have to call it OMing? OMing is what I do when I meditate. I mean, I'm all for sex and orgasms and yoga (and mindfulness), and sex and orgasms and yoga (and mindfulness), but this idea of mindful public sexuality seems a big odd. Especially since founder Nicole Daedone admits in the article that initially, the practice attracted "misfits who 'liked to get sloppy and grope each other.'" Is what they're doing now any different?
Anyone from the One Taste Urban Retreat center who wants to 'splain, please comment away. In the meantime, watch this video of Daedone and tell me if you understand what in the hell she's talking about.