Back in 2011, on All Hallow's Eve, I experienced a pivotal moment in my recovery. It was all thanks to my first "Silas" (back then, neither of us were privy to this term) and his strong desire to screen (together) the Gay Cowboy Movie (I was Switzerland regarding).
He would be home alone (his wife & three small children had traveled to her parents in Mobile to spend Halloween with them), therefore we knew we'd have their modest Rankin County abode to ourselves. Therefore, I stopped by Mellow Mushroom restaurant in Flowood on my way there and purchased a large cheese pizza. He and I enjoyed that saturated fat immensely as we emotionally geared up to watch that polarizing 2005 film.
Throughout the +/-90 minutes of screentime, we sat leg-to-leg on their secondhand couch, viewing the TV at 45 degrees. As such, experiencing that much close physical contact felt so reassuring and positive that it perfectly queued me up for what excitedly / very bravely came next (& just so you know, I found the film to be hopelessly depressing & unbelievable).
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Andrew Bauman is a shaman moreso than anything else. At least, that was my takeaway from last weekend's 2024 Samson Summit. As such, he's just as much holistically practical as prescribed / clinical. It was so refreshing to experience in light of the standardized recovery story combined with slide deck pointers regarding "how you too might find hope / healing" therapeutically (via talk / group therapy).
The last of his sessions that I was present for involved two hours of "sensory" training, and all of this educating took place via hands-on, one-on-one engagement between random male strangers (us '24 Samson Summit guys). I absolutely loved it, and mostly due to how it confirmed - for me - the paradigm-shifting nature of pushing through visual barriers (to focus on the other senses) alongside men you can trust in order to properly know / experience life with a more mature / adult outlook.
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Touch can absolutely inform. Circling back to my first Silas' leg (I believe we were both wearing jeans that night) as we screened the Gay Cowboy film, we then went further still (& believe it or not, there was no alcohol involved) at the overrated homodrama's conclusion.
Having asked him to remove his shirt*, I informed my Silas that I was going to touch him for a few minutes. From there, I sat down next to him and did something I'd never done before (nor since).
After I'd very intentionally examined his flesh (upright postured front facing torso) with my nervous fingertips, I stood up and reseated myself on the opposite side of the cozy living room. We then both looked at each other in silence for a few long moments.
I remember him smiling and asking if he could put his shirt back on (he was such the patient gentleman). I replied assuredly with a "yes".
Immediately following, we didn't discuss what had occurred, yet we both knew it was a game-changer for me, if not both of us.
*This was by no means the first time I'd seen him shirtless. He and I had been running together (both of us shirtless) throughout the summer & on into that fall, almost always in the evening, either at or very near dusk.
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I have to admit that I'd kissed this man once (months prior to this tactile examination of his muscular, hairy chest and trunk) and ended up following that up with one additional peck early in '12 (the night he was fired from our church). Were these kisses passionate? No. They were holy kisses involving no tongue and minimal lip-to-lip contact.
I admit to that here because again, we're focusing on appropriate, Christ-honoring sensory experiences outside of sight.
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Andrew Bauman's unconventional educational session last Saturday, (11/16) evening at Camp Dixie confirmed, whilst reminding / corroborating for me, how powerfully complementary unconventional sensory experiences can be, taking the right (safe) environment / participants into consideration.
For as I've disclosed here, I had found personally that touch, with the safest man I knew - at the time - back in 2011 - powerfully / effectively / properly scaled my brain's understanding of physical masculinity (which I'd idolized in the form of the muscular, hairy male ever since adolescence). And it did so in such a way that wasn't crude / insulting or involving deviant / sinful behavior (it amounted to the antithesis of seduction).
Today, I'm very intentional about touch. Especially with masculine men that I feel safe with. I doubt I'll ever feel the need to attempt to reenact this once-in-a-lifetime examination due to the fire hose of seeing that poured into my synapses on that special Halloween night 13 years ago. Thanks be to God for my first Silas and his courage to be vulnerable / trusting of curious Rob. It pointed me towards a Path of freedom long before I actually stepped into a Samson Society meeting.