This is one that I forgot about. It was originally published on Planet Waves in November of 2002. Here is the original. The whole concept of a whore is controversial, but if you look up the story of this incredible word in the American Heritage Dictionary — the dictionary with the best information on etymology and Indo-European roots — the word comes derives from: you guessed it: from a mix of love and desire. As Adrienne Rich says, language is a map of our failures. I have switched photos from the original, adding something a little better suited to the cover of Planet Waves: my friend, artistic collaborator and ritual partner Heather Fae, who I have heard a rumor is coming home from California. I look into her face, and well, good goddess, I feel an echo going back 100,000 years. Anyway — here is that article. One of the most interesting things about it is the Bible stuff at the end, clarifying the issue of Mary, from Magdalene.
Prostitution is said to be the oldest profession, so we may guess that there is a bit of confusion about its early history. But there are, at the moment, currents in our culture of something called sacred prostitution, and the fact of the sacred prostitute emerging, or reemerging. Usually a woman, she offers herself as the Way to the Goddess through erotic worship. I am Quaker. This is more fun than Sunday meeting. That is the whole issue.
She may be a tantrika (a practitioner of tantric sex, as taught — not always by that name — by the Taoists, the Tibetans or the Hindus, and their local successors). A tantrika sometimes does sessions with men centered entirely on conscious, mutually respectful erotic pleasure, aimed at increasing one’s spiritual awareness, a concept that is uniquely outrageous to Christian theology. Tantrikas of varying degrees of skill are fairly easy to find on the Internet. She may be a massage therapist who grants what is politely called ‘release’ at the end of a bodywork session. She may be a nurse who, when privately bathing a paralyzed person, includes sexual gratification. She may be a sex writer who tells the truth. She may be a dominatrix, or dom, who provides a forum for what is called power exchange and allows men to be submissive in her presence. She may be a working prostitute who truly cares for and strives to heal the pain of her clients. She may be a social activist who teaches women to masturbate.
She is any woman who can surrender enough of her personal identity into an erotic experience that the Goddess may be experienced directly through her. In a society where God is purported to be a man, this is the issue.
You may recognize the sacred whore as the lover who does not put a bargaining value on her sexual favors. You may notice that she is unusually responsive to your specific needs for pleasure or comfort. You may know her as a woman who belongs to no man, but can offer herself freely to any person.
In summary, she is a woman who truly feels good about sexual pleasure, who understands and accepts that it is necessary, and who is not bound by the conventional rules of society. She is a woman who decides for herself when it comes to her own sexuality. Many, many women aspire to this, often secretly. Innumerable men want and need them. The derogatory stereotype of whore is often used as a cover story for men’s inability to deal with their jealousy and habitual treatment of women as property. What men who play this game usually fail to notice is that they are prisoners of the same set of beliefs. But I have also seen many women balk at the possibility of their own freedom to choose. And as much as men are blamed for the sexual imprisonment of women, women do it to one another. One sexually free women among many who are using sex for its commodity value can cause a lot of trouble. Where sex has a value other than pleasure, one woman who conveys any other idea can spoil the whole game. Hence, as many or more women are as responsible for casting their sisters as whores as are men.
The ongoing emergence of the sacred whore is part of a long process of reclaiming of gender, sex and sexuality that has taken many forms in the past century, from women’s suffrage (the struggle to have the vote) to the sexual revolution to gay rights. And yet we don’t need to wrap pleasure in the garb of spirituality or politics to make it legitimate. Pleasure has a place unto itself. Whores know that, as do the people who associate with them. We would do well to question what the fuss about being a whore is in the first place. Do we have the privilege to sell or give away what is ours? Or does the fact that prostitution is illegal point to the deeper fact that what a woman has is not really hers?
Before we move onto the articles for this issue that were assigned, written and edited exclusively by the women contributors to Planet Waves — I am seeing them for the first time tonight — I think it would be a good idea to loosely define a few terms for the sake of clarity.
The word sacred, from the same root as sacrifice, means worthy of religious veneration, as opposed to profane, which means cast outside the temple. Interesting that the word venerate has as its root Venus, who is the goddess of love and the patron of courtesans. What is sacred and profane thus have a lot to do with who decides where the temple is, and who determines what’s allowed in its doors. It’s clear enough that the modern keepers of the mainstream temple don’t have much use for women who make up their own minds about sex, except as people to beat on. This is a cause of much shame, humiliation and hypocrisy.
Sacred prostitution would be any form of allowing the ritual practice of sex to exist within the temple, that is, as part of spiritual worship or any form of healing. In the not-so-ancient temples of the Goddess, this was apparently considered normal practice. In the Greek city of Corinth, to whose people Paul wrote so many letters, there were a thousand temple priestesses working. In Greek mythology and in astrology, Hestia (Vesta in Roman myth) is their goddess; the Virgins, not virgins at all, were the keepers of the sacred flame, and served ‘for a specific purpose’.
We might also consider the word whore. American Heritage features a prominent sidebar in its third edition dictionary, which says that the Indo-European root ka, to like or desire, is the source. “From the stem karo derived from this root came the prehistoric Common Germanic word horaz with the underlying meaning ‘one who desires’ and the effective meaning adulterer. From this word came the Old English word hore, the ancestor of Modern English whore. The same stem produced the Latin carus, ‘dear’, from which came Modern English caress, cherish and charity, the highest form of love.” So remember that when you hear any of these words: they are all part of the same word group as whore.
“Contact with East Indian culture has added yet another pair of derivatives from this Indo-Eropean root to the English language,” the editors continue. “From the stem kamo came the Sanskrit word kamah, ‘love, desire’, from which are derived the English borrowings Kama, ‘the Hindu god of Love,’ and Kamasutra, ‘a Sanskrit treatise on the rules of love and marriage according to Hindu law’.”
One last note. Christian teachings often confuse a number of different historical or mythological figures in the Bible with Mary Magdeline, who has become a modern patron saint of sacred whores. There is the ‘sinful woman with the ointment’ annointing Jesus, of Luke chapter 7, who shows up in all the gospels; we don’t know what her sin was. There is no reference to link her to Mary from Magdeline in Luke chapter 8 or elsewhere, whose problem was merely having been possessed by seven devils. She becomes a disciple. Both are different than the ‘adulteress caught in the very act’ who appears only in John chapter 8, about whom Jesus made the famous comment about the person having no sin casting the first stone.
But sin means lack. And the sacred whore has returned to help us make up for that, to grant us an aspect of being unavailable from anyone else.
— Bible research by Rose Michaelis
Eric, you said, “You may recognize the sacred whore as the lover who does not put a bargaining value on her sexual favors. You may notice that she is unusually responsive to your specific needs for pleasure or comfort.”
Then I am a sacred whore because I always offered myself free of any obligations (such as expensive dinner out or roses etc) to the men I desired. They called me a “cheap fuck” but they were so responsive to me and always tried to please me because I pleased them first without any strings attached. Women that talked to me about men that used them or treated them badly were shocked when I told them that in my one-night-forays, I was always treated very well, usually with an unconscious deference. It was because I responded to their needs first without askign for mine…they offered to fulfil my needs without my ever asking or wanting them to. They were so sweet and gentle with me; I seemed to bring out the best in them just because I didn’t put a price on my favors.
I no longer offer myself because I am happily monogamous with my husband (the marriage was for financial and legal reasons) but I don’t withhold sex to “get what I want” in the relationship because to me, sex IS sacred and not to be withheld as a bargaining chip. If I don’t like something he is doing, we talk about it but sex isn’t the bargaining tool. I love this man, why on earth would I treat something so intimate that we share as a commodity? His pleasure is mine…I get so focused and zone inward when I close my eyes and pleasure him. The surrender to that longing in us is better than any power-over strategy.
Being the sacred whore felt natural and the sex uncontrived. It was sex for the sake of giving pleasure, not a mundane transaction. Some of the men I was with later told me it was a healing experience for them to be “loved” with no strings attached, swallowed with joy and touched with compassion. One cried as I held him; I felt like the comforting Great Mother then, after having been the Great Lover first. Women have no idea just how vulnerable men really are and when they do, they should respect them, not take advantage of them.
Pam made a good point. While defining polyamory and whore as respectful sex is very important to counter the ideas that sexual freedom must be demeaning or exploitative, there is also a place beyond where all is encompassed, where one person can be monogamous, polyamorous, gay and straight, whore and virgin, without a dilemma.
PS But then all sex can be sacred, and each one knows what the lines of sacredness are for them – it is like how the function of prayer is to contact God/aline (sp?) with the source – the results after that don’t really matter because they are always alined with the source.
I’m not sure about the matriarchal and patriarchal debate either, or polyamory or minority arguments etc etc – if it isn’t easier to sidestep it – like rational irrational sidestepped by unrational
And. Probly everything even perfect pitch is a work in progress
I hope this isn’t too outspoken on my part
Sex as a commodity, sex as pleasure, sex as raising consciousness.
I think my difficulty with polyamory is that sex seems to become a pleasure commodity – where sex is just a question of the volonté between two or more people and where there is a sleight of hand somehow or another – either a clever argument about jealousy and dealing with it, or freedom of expression, or release, when conscious raising sex is about moving towards perfect pitch in a way that is different from (more) than only sexual experience and/or prowess.
My first sexual experience was out of necessity, a need to find the one point where if you cut the rope everything would break without breaking someone (forever); I was 22, I had enough awareness and many words but was mute, the other person didn’t begin to know what they didn’t know.
This is my take on it.
I decided I had to buy time and look for someone who could see without my saying anything, could see as I saw, could be an independent mind to follow my awareness to see if it played, and who would break the rope at the point where it could be broken, and not come in further than they could get out because I couldn’t help. I was very lucky. I bought time until this guy found me. I understood him to say that if I wanted he would help. And one weekend it came to me that if I went to a certain place he would come and this was my chance. So I made myself as beautiful as I could and went there and waited and he came and was surprised and glad to see me, as I was to see him. He spoke to me told me stories of his life and if it had a bearing I would say yes and if not no and he would go on to something else, until he had mapped everything, boxed the compass. And then he asked me if it wouldn’t really fuck me to do this, and I said yes, and he understood that I didn’t see anything more constructive and I guess he didn’t either. 3 times in the evening he had told me a dream he had had about being with his best friend and how he hit his best friend because he wasn’t treating his girlfriend right. And the third time he told the dream I said, ‘Yes, but why were you so surprised.’ and he said, ‘because I loved her.’
And in the morning he said to me ‘come back to bed’ and I fell on the floor because I thought he had understood that we were breaking a cord and if I slept with him again I would have to kill myself out of honesty.
‘Come here’ he said, so I went. he took my face in his hands and asked me if I was this woman or a whore or whoring to a purpose. And because I had been whoring to a purpose and had found myself to be this woman I thought I had fallen between two stools. ‘A whore, then,’ I said
‘I did not find you to be a whore.’
I am still amazed by his generoisty and clarity and youth 25 years down the line. Two years after that encounter I met him again and he was with his best friend – ‘But you know Fred…’ (not his name). ‘No.’ I said and saw loads of tension fall off him. But his friend looked exactly like the guy I knew.
For me that is sacred sex.
sacred whores have been getting the shaft (pardon the pun) for too long. It’s time to respect their work for what it is, and always has been. Mary Magdalene is a saint… one of my heroes.
Matriarchy? Fuck that noise. Flipping the Pater to a Mater is still a big authoritarian douchebag who thinks they have more authority than everyone else. Archons? Over the side with ’em!
Can we then update the Sacred Whore into 21st century mythology…….and how is she best served by the male…in an emerging matriarchal society…?