Hot Sex?!

Given the dog days of summer are upon us here in many parts of the world, most of us are feeling “too darned hot” as Cole Porter once so famously waxed poetic in a musical number of his Broadway hit Kiss Me, Kate. In that particular tune, Mr. Porter speculated, as is apparently confirmed in the Kinsey Report, “Ev’ry average man you know/Much prefers his lovey dovey to court/When the temperature is low.” Say it’s not true!

However, if you’re finding the hotter temperatures are causing things to cool between you and your lover, here are a few tips for some hot sex as the temperatures rise.

Get Wet!
Nothing cools like gulping down a big old refreshing glass of water except perhaps wearing it. And what could be sexier than showing a bit of your private parts to your lover through a wee bit of wet fabric? So pull out that over-sized white T-shirt (for ladies) and a pair of white cotton pajama bottoms or skimpy white boxer briefs (for you gents) and have fun soaking each other through to the skin. Find that super soaker from last summer hiding in the closet. Ready, aim and fire until there’s not a dry spot left on either of you. Taunt and tease each other through the translucent fabric until you can stand it no more. Then rip off those wet clothes and go at it like the critics with Kevin Costner and his epic fail—Waterworld.

Ice Ice Baby
Frozen H2O isn’t just for washed up rap artists from the ’80s – it can be great for cooling off while heating up your lover at the same time. Snatch an ice tray from the freezer, grab your lover, shed those clothes and let your bodies become an arctic exploration. Gently tease her nipples with ice rubbed along their edges, trace the curve of her hips with a cube or two, crush a bit in your mouth and pass it between yours and hers during a kiss. Create your own treasure trail of icebergs from his navel to his pubic mound, let it melt, then slowly lick it off. You may or may not be surprised by what pops up in his southern polar region just aching to be explored.

Fan the Flames
Breath against the skin can be a very subtle but sensuous and erotic sensation. Especially when there is moisture on it. As your lover lies on her back, run your tongue over and around one of her nipples. After you’ve gotten it nice and wet, linger there a moment and blow ever so slightly and watch her squirm. Don’t forget the other one—gotta share the love equally. Does your man have Schweddy Balls?  Give ’em a tongue bath! Work those boys over good, but before they have a chance to dry stop a moment and give a little extra care. Blow on each of them ever so slightly. They’ll no doubt dance in appreciation. Just be careful to not overdo it. You don’t need a visit from the guys at the local down the street hauling their hoses into your apartment because the two of you spontaneously combusted!

Road Trip!
Too f*cking hot to f*ck at home? Take it on the road! Get in the car, crank up the A/C and get the hell out of Dodge for awhile. Once you get the hooptie on the highway, crank ‘er out and take turns cranking each other up. Slowly tease his cock by stroking it underneath his clothing until it’s straining against the fabric and throbbing for release. Slide your hand up her skirt (or shorts) and get her moist ‘n ready by softly massaging and gently squeezing her clitoris through her panties. When you’re both as hot as a cat traipsing across a dark vinyl roof on a hatchback in mid-July, pull off the highway. Find a parking deck with a nice dark deserted area, and hang out the “If this car’s a rockin’, don’t come a knockin’!” sign. Just be careful of velour burn on the knees and elbows.

Hot sex when it’s hot. That doesn’t seem so out of reach now, does it? Perhaps you and your lover have a few of ideas of your own for hot sex when the mercury is on the rise. If so, please let us know!

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Sex Wonks Podcast Episode 7: Monster in His Pants?

Stow the sex toys, secure your belongings in the overhead bins and fasten your seat belts. It looks like the TSA is at it again. The Wonks discuss Jonah Falcon’s recent close encounter with a TSA agent curious about the WMC (weapon of mass conception) stuffed in his pants. While they’re not Andalusian dreams, Rosa and Ed discuss dreams of a decidedly sexual nature. And the Wonks wrap it up by discussing orgasms induced by activities other than sex.

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Music to My… Pussy? Part II: The Crescendo

Didn’t mean to leave you hanging like that. I’m still turned on, are you? Our musical arousal has moved from a stirring to a fluttering. Now, let’s up the tempo a bit as we move things to the dance floor.


Bodies – strange and familiar – are brushing against each other, moving to a beat. I’m shaking my ass. It’s dark and crowded and I just felt your hard-on against me.

Donna Summer had it right back in the 70s with Love to Love You Baby.

Do it to me again and again.

The music is heady and dreamy, like we’re dancing in a trance, magnetized to each other at the hips. There’s moaning that makes it clear what kind of love I love to love you with, baby.

In the 80s, Vanity 6 expressed her desire for a specific kind of “dance” partner in Nasty Girl:

That’s right, I can’t control it
I need 7 inches or more
Tonight I can no longer hold it
Get it up, get it up, I can’t wait anymore

When she asks the question, “Do you think I’m a nasty girl?” it’s almost a challenge – the implication being that she wants you to think she’s a nasty girl. Just like I sometimes want you to think I’m a nasty girl.

And movin’ on up into this century, Gioia’s Feel You from the Inside (Junior Vasquez Mix) from the Third Season of Queer as Folk is one of those tunes that grabs me down deep in the crotch and the soul.

I want you
I wanna feel you from the inside
Would you release yourself
Step into my parlour
I could please myself
But I want you
To make me feel alive

This one makes me feel like letting everything go. Intensely. To the point of being so lost in connection and searing passion with my lover that we don’t even remember where we are. Even on the dance floor.


Slowing it back down a bit to keep us on the edge, there are your sensual R&B love-making kind of tracks. Is there anything sexier than Marvin’s Sexual Healing?

Baby, I think I’m capsizin’
The waves are risin’ and risin’

Yes, Mr. Gaye, I can relate to that like you would not believe.

Oh, D’Angelo. How Does it Feel, you ask? Well, when you tell me that you

Love to make you wet in between your thighs

… I’ll tell you that you’ve got the job done perfectly well.

Floetry wants us to cut through all the bullshit and stop denying what we feel in Say Yes:

I recognize the butterflies inside me
Sense is gonna be made tonight, tonight
All you gotta do is say yes

I’m game. Don’t leave me hanging out on the ledge alone, flapping in the wind, Love. Meet me half-way, take hold of me and don’t let go.


I cannot go without mentioning The Blues as a whole genre when it comes to being turned on. The Blues is real. The Blues is raw. The Blues’ hot rhythms are sex. It’s a man plucking on his guitar strings – just like he’d play on my pussy.

One of my favourites is Muddy Waters’ Mannish Boy. I linked to a live performance here because there’s something about the sweat and the live beat of Blues that makes me feel like my eyes are closed and somebody is pumping me sultrily down on the bayou:

I’m a MAN…I’m a hoochie coochie man

Something about the way he yells “maaan” and shakes his head touches something anciently deep in my core, almost like a musical vibrator.

Then there’s Howlin’ Wolf’s Back Door Man.

When you come home you can eat, pork and beans
I eats mo’ chicken, any man seen
I am, a back door man

No matter how one chooses to interpret that, it’s sultry and a bit improper, and I can feel my panties being slowly slid down and over the bodacious curve of my rump.


Sometimes you just need a good pounding. There are few hardcore tunes that get my blood racing. Like Nine Inch Nails’ Closer. It thumps and screams and gets down to our basest desires:

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside


It’s that raw, uncontrollable desire. Yeah, I can dig that.

Stone Temple Pilot’s Sex Type Thing really gets me down in the groin. Probably because (amongst other things) it’s about somebody getting you. As I mentioned in a recent blog, “The Freak Factor,” there is something absolutely glorious about the recognition of another like you:

I know you want what’s on my mind… I know ya like what’s on my mind…

Why, yes. Yes I do. Bring it.

If you’re a 50 Shades of Gray fan, then Puddle of Mudd’s Control might be up your alley. Not only is the music hard-driving, but the lyrics also make it pretty obvious:

I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
When I have control of you

Oooh, it hurts to sit down today, Darling.


For something more exotic, check out Pomegranate by Transglobal Underground with its sensual melody, its tribal drums, its pure longing.

I’m speaking to you… I wanna see what you will do… I’ll be watching you swaying, like a palm tree in the breeze… oh, splendour…

This gem makes me think of belly dancing for you in private. Of biting into the ripe crimson fruit and its juice staining my lips just before I kiss you everywhere. Or my lips stained red from the delicious pressure of you sucking and biting them as I move my hips in hundreds of different ways while you’re inside me.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this horny musical journey. Going back and listening to all of these at once has got me in a severely heightened state of arousal, even though it was really just the tip of the sexy song iceberg. I fear that I might spontaneously combust. If you don’t hear from me for awhile, you’ll know why.

Do you get turned on by particular types of music? Certain songs? Do you have a favourite “Fuck Playlist”? Give it to me, Baby.

Love, Rosa


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I Broke the Podcast Feed!

Hey Everyone,

Just wanted to post a quick note say I’m sorry about the podcast RSS feed this week. I done broke it!

Without getting too technical, I made a few changes to the blog in regard to the way the URL appears in the browser and the links to posts, etc.

When I made those changes, the podcast RSS went all FUBAR. So while Tuesday is our regular release day, episode 6 didn’t show live until today (Thursday) due to my bein’ a bonehead. As opposed to the dickhead that I might usually be on any given day.

Sorry about the techo-SNAFU and I *swear* I won’t touch those settings again. Ev-ur.


Sex Wonks Podcast Episode 6: Feelin’ Fruity

In this episode, the Sex Wonks are feeling kinda fruity on their mission to Mars—Mars Bar that is. But before they discuss the close encounter between Marianne Faithful’s hoo-hoo and a Mars Bar, they share a rather embarrassing discovery concerning our dear host Rosa Sparks. It appears she has a doppelganger who was receiving all her dirty secrets via email. The Wonks also discuss the solar storms and how they might be affecting your libido. And they finally ponder, is it really safe to put a banana in your p*ssy?

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Music to My… Pussy? Part I: Makin’ Me Wet

I was so inspired by Mr. Wood’s recent blog on aural pleasure that I wanted to continue to explore how sounds can titillate us. I’m gonna take it now from the micro to the macro.

I love music from so many different genres. I revel in the diversity of melodies and rhythms and, being a woman who adores the written word, I love lyrics as well. I believe that there is a soundtrack to our lives. In my dorky case, Morrissey is more often than not my life lyricist. I’ve been known to try to mambo to a classical piece or belly dance to a hip hop beat. I have sometimes fantasized about cruising along in a ’38 Chevy with Glenn Miller cranked up on the radio. I typically have at least one song playing in my “mental radio” at any given time.

Music can be soothing, it can be rousing, it can tug on your heartstrings and it can evoke all kinds of memories – in much the same way as scent can. It turns on our souls. And I find that music can also get deep into my pants. Personally, I don’t think that sex always needs to be accompanied by music. Most of the time – for me – it simply requires the hard, soft, sticky, slippery, breathy and wet animal noises that we make. However, I find that sometimes different types of sex go really great with a particular song or type of music – almost like choosing a wine that’s going to sensually enhance, intensify and brighten the flavours of your meal.


There are some rock tunes that always make me wet and get me in the mood, like T. Rex’s 20th Century Boy. It immediately conjures up that 1991 Levi’s ad with a young, seductive Brad Pitt. I can still recall my 20-year-old self’s mouth agape with some drool forming at the corner of my lips and some wetness seeping into my panties the first time (hell, every time!) I saw it. Mainly, though, there’s that guitar riff that just teases and toys like somebody’s tongue moving lazily but deliberately around my sex. I’m not even sure if the ad was ever aired in the U.S. (I saw it in Europe, where I was studying overseas at the time) because our Puritan sex police under the first Bush administration might’ve been too afraid of all the turned on young women – and men – walking around.

Truth be told, I miss my Twentieth Century boys. They were less uptight, less confused, less flaky, less afraid, more forthright about their desire for me and just knew how to get down to it in bed and romance. My pussy was their oyster, so to speak, and we explored like Sir Francis fucking Drake. Sigh.

Every summer when it starts to get too hot, my mind and my loins bring me to The Black Crowes’ Remedy:

If you let me come on inside
Will you let it glide?
Can I have some remedy?

Where is my remedy, people? Oh, pleeeease? Come a little closer. And lick the sweat running down my ass crack…

And although I’m not a die-hard Nirvana fan, there is something about the combination of Kurt’s rawness and the guitar that reverberates in the depths of my belly that makes me want to fuck. Particularly, when listening to Drain You:

Chew your meat for you
Pass it back and forth
In a passionate kiss
From my mouth to yours
Sloppy lips to lips

Have you ever tried melting some chocolate in your mouth – or chewing some strawberries – and passing them between you and your lover while your tongues explore every crevice of each other like you’ll never be able to get enough or wander far enough or deep enough? When your lover’s tongue goes to places in your oral cavity where your own dentist probably hasn’t even been?


There are some sexy hip hop brothers whom I’d like to grab me by the hair and take me from behind. In particular, LL Cool J (one of my fantasy husbands) in Doin’ It. The whole song is like foreplay. It’s mesmerizing. His collaborator on the track, Leshaun, sings exactly what I’m thinking when I listen to this beautiful man rap about wanting to knock my block off:

I need a roughneck… who ain’t afraid to pull my hair and spank me from the back

Makes me want to relocate to Queens to find my “man of steel.”

50 Cent’s Just a Lil’ Bit is a delicious tease. There’s an exotic Arabian sound winding its way around the track like a lover’s lips wending his way around my body from head to toe, that makes me think about those times when you just want to fool around a little:

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit,
take ’em off pull em down just a lil bit,
get to kissin’ and touchin’ a lil bit…
get to lickin’, a lil bit

But by the time your mouths are swollen and your hands are sticky:

Clothes off, face down, ass up, c’mon.

Yes, Sir!

I’m a little short of breath now, but we’re just getting started, Lovers – that was just a tease. Hold that edge of arousal. I’ll be back with more soon. Trust me. In the meantime, let me know what songs cause your crotch to swell when you hear them. What tunes get you hot and bothered?



Love, Rosa

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Aural Sex?

Okay we all know the sounds your lover makes can totally turn your crank. Right? Those succulent slurps that accompany oral sex. The way she lets out that little moan when you hit the right spot with your tongue or finger. Or the way he grunts with that last thrust, his cock throbbing, as both of you reach the point of no return and cascade over the edge into total abandon. But what if there was *a sound* that could cause sexual arousal and climax?

The Machine
Well, according to urban legend there is such a sound and it’s created by an instrument called the Blaster Beam. According to Wikipedia, “The Beam was designed by John Lazelle in the early 1970s, and was first widely used by Francisco Lupica whoblaster beam built several out of iron. American child actor turned musician, Craig Huxley, created his own refined version of the Beam out of aluminum which was brought to fame in the soundtrack for Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1979) in which composer Jerry Goldsmith used the instrument to create the signature V’ger sound.”1

Craig Huxley played his version of the Blaster Beam during a concert in Central Park in the early ’90s and a blast it was for a few lucky ladies in the audience during the performance—in more ways than one.  According to a writer for the now defunct website, “Craig Huxley gave a concert featuring…the Blaster Beam. The Beam can be heard on…several New Age albums. It’s an amazing instrument, especially when amplified to high levels. The rumor circulating around after the concert was that when Huxley played the Beam, there were women in the audience falling out of their chairs with *big* smiles on their faces. Over a dozen reported having intensely sexual feelings from the Beam sound, up to and including orgasm.”

The writer goes on to describe an experience with a female friend. “I personally took the whole idea with about four point two billion grains of salt, and never gave it much thought, until fairly recently. A young lady who was a dear friend of mine in high school, whom I hadn’t seen in several years, came over for a visit, and was amazed at my studio (I hadn’t gotten involved in music until after we’d stopped dating). She asked me to demonstrate what my stuff could do, and so I fired up a couple of synths and played her some snatches. But when, in flipping through my Xpander presets, I came to a sound called ‘THE BEAM’ in honor of Huxley’s instrument, the expression on her face abruptly changed. When I asked her what was wrong, she blinked for a moment and said, ‘Please play that again. Louder.’ I did so, and had the odd experience of watching her eyes glaze over as she half fell into a chair breathing hard. ‘I…*like* that sound,’ she managed to get out in a whisper. Nobody else I’ve played that patch for, including my fiancee (alas!), has had such a strong reaction to it, or indeed any reaction at all. But my curiosity is piqued. (wouldn’t YOURS be?!)”

Ummm. Talk about your pussy power!

The Science
In 1986 for her greatest hits album, Kate Bush wrote and recorded a song Experiment IV. The song tells a story about a secret military plan to create a sound that is horrific enough to kill people.2  Science fiction or a possible reality? A reality. Sound as a weapon is rapidly becoming truth rather than fiction.3 But how is it if a sound can kill someone it might make them cum as well?

The answer lies in physics and the concept of resonant frequency—sort of.

As we know sound is caused by vibration which in turn has a frequency. When the frequency (or frequencies) associated with the vibration of any particular sound matches that of the object (matter) it’s passing through, resonance occurs. This resonance creates a vibration within the object (matter).  There’s a good explanation and illustration of this phenomenon in this YouTube video.

Okay, but here’s the tricky part. The human body doesn’t have resonant frequency, however, there is a phenomenon known as sympathetic resonance. Which means certain frequencies of vibration can cause tissues or organs in the body to vibrate. For example, the human eyeball has a resonant frequency (sympathetic resonance) of 18 cycles per second.4  So when the human body is exposed to a sound (vibration) of the same frequency blurred peripheral vision occurs.

So what does this have to do with the pussy? You ask.

Given the protuberant nature of the female genitalia, in theory, if it were subjected to the correct frequency of vibration it would be—shall we say—stimulated. And if the woman being subject to the vibration should have an extremely sensitive clitoris (or perhaps even have a clitoral hood piercing maybe?) she could be stimulated to orgasm—in theory.

Sounds like an experiment for the guys over at MythBusters.

New Age Music is to Blame
New age musician Kitarō has used the Blaster Beam in several of his compositions. According to one reader of his music affected a friend. As he said, “[I] have a close friend who responds very favorably to Kitarō. We borrowed a friend’s condo at Seven Springs last winter for a week. Among her CD collection were half a dozen by Kitarō. This was our first introduction to Kitarō, and the response was intense and mutual. I couldn’t really say if it was the sound or something hidden in the sound, but that isn’t really significant to me.”

That sneaky bastard, here I thought Kitarō was all about peace, spirituality and sacred journeys.

So have any of you (male or female) experienced a sound induced orgasm?


Sex Wonks Podcast Episode 5: Crash

Looks like we’re gonna crash! Ed shares stories of a couple of unusual close encounters with two of his neighbors. Rosa has a near miss with a Dork Prince while floating in the sea. Ms. Sparks wants to know if she the only one who is turned on by fireworks? And on the subject of the big bang boom, the Wonks discuss explosions of the human kind. That’s right, the Big O (and we’re not talking Oprah here). And they want to know, what does it feel like for you?  Send us your orgasm stories for a future episode. Tell us about your best. Tell us about your worst…funniest, sloppiest, sexiest. We want to hear about them all!

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The Freak Factor

“I’ll be your freak-a-zoid, c’mon and wind me up.”

At some point this past year with a new lover, in the heat of passion, I gazed deeply into his eyes as I felt something bubble up from the pit of my very existence in the form of a firm-yet-soft moany breath of a word: “freak.”  As I uttered the magic word, I’ve never smiled a wider, more gleeful, more genuinely thrilled, more grateful and more… relieved smile in my life. Anywhere. With anyone. In any venue.

We were just getting to know each other carnally over the course of several days, and as with all new lovers, our moves were not perfectly aligned. This wasn’t a romance novel or 50 effing Shades. This was pure and beautiful exploration of a connection that we felt in our minds, our hearts, our souls and our groins. There was some condom awkwardness. Somebody farted. Somebody had her period for part of the time. It was very, very real human life and intimacy. While I already adored this man to the depths of my soul – more than I’ve ever adored anyone in my entire life – the element that made me cleave even harder was the fact that as we were discovering each others’ bodies, it was also becoming clear that we were an incredible FREAK match.

What I mean by that is that we all have varied and different desires that run the spectrum of sexuality- and it’s all OK, whatever it is. But I believe that to find someone who essentially matches your wishes, boundaries, flow, interests, expressions, etc., can be quite rare. So when it does happen it can be addictive, intoxicating and even open up layers of emotional intimacy that you don’t have with others. Personally, I am guessing that I’m somewhere in the middle of the spectrum – but who really knows for sure, and who really cares? It’s not a contest.

I consider myself to be a fairly sexually open-minded person. I like to experiment, I like a few toys here and there, but don’t need a bag o’ tricks to get off. I might grope you in a dark movie theatre, but I’ll make sure that nobody can see it. I’ll let you manually bring me to orgasm while I’m driving. I’ll send you a dirty SMS while you’re at work. I don’t mind being tied up loosely on occasion, or having my hands held down over my head while you fuck me- but if you’re gonna make me use metal handcuffs that dig into my skin and hurt me, that’s not gonna turn me on. You can spank me a little, but don’t make me go all Rambo on your ass (true story) or I’m just gonna laugh – especially as I wasn’t a Girl Scout and don’t know how to tie a Square Knot if you want to be hog tied. Although I do enjoy the occasional finger gently sliding a little bit into my anus, or my salad being tossed playfully, I really don’t relish having a whole cock up my bum.

When I recently read for the first time about the old 1967 rumor that police, upon implementing a drug raid on Keith Richards’ estate, found Mick Jagger and Marianne Faithfull engaged in sex play with a Mars bar, I really didn’t feel any shock or that this was some kind of “deviant” act (by the way, according to, the rumor just isn’t true). I don’t know that I’d ever want a candy bar in my cooch- especially given the delicate balance of vaginal flora- but I have before engaged in some fruity popsicle play. To me that’s just not all that freaky in the grand spectrum of freak-ness. In reality, I suppose that some of you might now be thinking I’m a real perv; others might think that my predilections are kind of vanilla; and there may even be a few of you who can relate.

I have been blessed to have had some good, attentive lovers – men who really wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please them. I don’t have much complaint about my sexual history (other than wishing I had sex more regularly and really needing a lover now), but I realize that the lovers I’ve been the most addicted to- the ones who it’s still difficult to be without, six months later or twenty years later- are the few with whom I’ve shared the same level of freak. The ones who wanted to explore the boundaries. The ones who were open-minded and would go down any sexual road with me if I steered that way (and vice versa), but who would also find it just as intoxicating to fuck me lovingly in the missionary position while we came together. The ones where we could just take things as they came and be each others’ playmates in the horny green fields of sexuality.

It seems to me that this particular component of sexual compatibility might be one of the most important pieces – whether you are more conservative in your sexuality or more experimental (please understand there is NO judgment here!). In my experience, having been with someone for many years who didn’t get me sexually (or whom I suspect was intimidated); and then in finding my freak match; and mostly in being with kind men who fell somewhere in-between, it seems that this freak factor can mean the difference (potentially) between someone feeling the need to seek something outside the partnership vs. constant craving of each other; feeling demoralized or shamed vs. accepted; or  feeling threatened or pushed into something uncomfortable vs. being able to build trust, intimacy and satisfaction. The experience of being with someone sexually compatible in the freak sense actually made me feel like I was brought back into myself for the first time in a long time. And it’s most intoxicating when you can truly live who you are, knowing that there’s someone else like you in the world.

What do you think? Have you been/are you with someone on your same “freak level”? Are you currently with someone who is not; and if so, (how) does that affect your relationship? Is this an important factor to you? Is it possible to mold into freak-mates over time or is it a lost cause? How much of a freak are you? I want to know what you’re thinking…

Love, Rosa

Perhaps the X-Class Is Playing with Your G-Spot?

AR1520I woke up this morning feeling a little funky. Which is rather unusual for me, as I’m a pretty happy-go-lucky person, and it’s Friday for God’s sake. Why would I be blue? As I was lying in bed mustering up the energy to get my ass out of it and get the day started, I considered why I might suddenly be in a rather cerulean state of mind.

And then it came to me—sunspots. WTF? (You are no doubt asking yourself.) Yes, you read the last word of the first sentence correctly. Sunspots.

Solar Storms
With this latest Coronal Mass Ejection from AR1520, it appears we here on Earth may be in the midst of the beginning of a Solar Max as predicted by Mausumi Dikpati of the National Center for Atmospheric Research (NCAR) in 2006. And according the Ms. Diepati in an interview that same year for the NASA Science News, “The next sunspot cycle will be 30% to 50% stronger than the previous one.”

In his article “Solar Storm Warning” the author Dr. Tony Phillips further explains, “If correct, the years ahead could produce a burst of solar activity second only to the historic Solar Max of 1958.

That was a solar maximum. The Space Age was just beginning: Sputnik was launched in Oct. 1957 and Explorer 1 (the first US satellite) in Jan. 1958. In 1958 you couldn’t tell that a solar storm was underway by looking at the bars on your cell phone; cell phones didn’t exist. Even so, people knew something big was happening when Northern Lights were sighted three times in Mexico. A similar maximum now would be noticed by its effect on cell phones, GPS, weather satellites and many other modern technologies.”1

It’s About the Rhythm—Circadian That Is
Here’s the funny thing (or perhaps not so), the solar storms produced by these nasty little fuckers (okay big fuckers)—the sunspots—not only have the potential to wreak havoc on our iDevices. They can potentially do the same to our brains (and those of other animal species). Why? The associated fluctuations in the magnetic field of the planet. These minute changes in the Earth’s magnetic field affect animals in any number of ways. According to Hazel Muir in her article “Animal Magnetism” in NewScientist “Many creatures, including some birds, amphibians and reptiles, navigate by sensing tiny changes in the Earth’s magnetic field. Sea turtles, for instance, can sense changes as small as a tenth of a microtesla—less than 0.2 per cent of the typical geomagnetic field.”2

And it’s not only birds, amphibians and reptiles that are susceptible to fluctuations in this field. These fluctuations affect humans as well. There have been several studies that have linked solar activity to depression and suicide3. What may be the link between the solar storms and the brain storms we humans experience as a result? The epithalamus. The hypothalamus and thalamus along with the pineal gland form the epithalamus. These three structures of the brain represent (sort of) the trinity of human body’s control system.

And what does the epithalamus influence? It directs any number of functions of the human body but the most common are the body’s temperature, thirst, hunger, fatigue, sleep, sexual desire and biological clock (circadian rhythms). Disorders of the pineal gland (epithalamus) are associated with depression, peptic ulcers, and sexual dysfunction.4

Surviving the Brain Storm
What may be the key in this cosmic soup causing depression, irritability and diminished libido during solar storms is melatonin. While little is known about the pineal gland the one thing scientists are sure about in regard to this mysterious little gland is that it produces melatonin. For those who are sensitive to surges in the Earth’s geomagnetic field (as I am) and feel a little funky as a result, the most likely reason is a decrease in melatonin from the effects of the storm. So what can we do to cope in the short-term as the storm passes through?

According to kinesiologist Deborah K Bates there are several natural corrective measures we can take to restore proper functioning of the pineal gland and these include:

  • Stress management techniques such as meditation and relaxation. (Tratak meditation, also known as candle gazing, can stimulate the pineal gland and help produce higher levels of melatonin. As a daily practice, light a candle and use the candle flame to focus the eyes)
  • Daily doses of natural light
  • Massaging the third eye area, located in the slight indent between the eyes on the forehead. Massage upward and outward in a half-inch radius for 30 seconds.
  • Eating foods high in potassium such as brown rice, avocado, broccoli and banana
  • Taking regular breaks from computers, televisions and artificial lighting
  • Massaging pressure points in feet – pad area of the big toes
  • Massaging pressure points in hands – pad area of thumbs
  • Avoiding bright light at night, for example, watching TV in bed
  • Reducing [further] exposure to electromagnetic fields, such as electric blankets
  • Sleeping in complete darkness so your body produces more melatonin. For instance, your bedside clock might emit too much light.
  • Avoiding use of melatonin-lowering substances such as caffeine, tobacco, alcohol
  • Consuming foods high in melatonin or the melatonin precursor tryptophan, such as oats, sweet corn, rice, ginger, tomatoes, bananas, barley, Japanese radish, spirulina, soy, cottage cheese, chicken meat/liver, turkey, pepitas, almonds and peanuts.5

Good luck weathering the storm!