ABSTRACT
Deanna, 47, tall, slim and trim, I met unexpectedly in London in the autumn of 1986.1 We met because she answered an advertisement I placed in search of contacts interested in sexual mysticism.
Like Desmond, she had accessed the spiritual through rejection of her body but, paradoxically, felt with Taoists and with followers of the Tantra religion that sensuality and sexuality were perfectly valid routes to enlightenment. This I liked.
