Bold. Adventurous. Fire. These are the words I would use to describe Christine when I first met her at the Turned On Women’s retreat weekend on April 15th. I remember the way she walked up to the mic and showed up for the other women and the way she called them out. She wanted to [...]
Velvet wishing well, Pandora’s Box, You are the source of my sorceress. My brain lies, my heart is self-sacrificing, but your pulsating spark of wet inspiration, your throbbing call to follow pure desire, has the thrill of aliveness in it. When I follow you, I am pushed to expand, to lose my separateness, to adventure, [...]
You are the pool at the base of a canyon, An invisible floor opening to the Universe. Your lips are mountain ridges of Mother Earth, the damp fog gathers in your valleys as the heat of the Sun presses against the moist soil, gently spreading, crumbling to reveal a glimmering crystal sparkling with every stroke [...]
You have been with me for all of this time, yet it is only in the past three years that have I deliberately explored what you have to offer. I remember sitting in my chair at work and you begging me, zinging me with longing, sparking fantasies that would make me blush when my boss [...]
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I love Eve Ensler, author and creator of The Vagina Monologues. Here’s an interview that I copied from her website. Women.com: Why do you think you’ve become so impassioned by vaginas as opposed to, say, breasts? Or giving birth? Or other women-only experiences? Ensler: I was drawn to vaginas because of my own personal history, [...]
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Moonrise, you are one of thousands of millions of amazing, unique, ever-changing, mysterious, many-fold, myriad-orgasmic organisms. You can connect to my very life force. You can hold that force hostage or you can set it free. You are capable of feeling so much more than I had ever imagined. I wonder if/when I’ll let myself [...]
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I want to know who you are. I want to know what you want. I don’t want to be at your mercy. Maybe we can make peace with each other. You can’t tell me what to do; you’re the one who will take orders. I want you to shut up, you stupid bitch. Why are [...]
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Black Madonna, thank you for opening up and being my friend. Thank you for stating your intensions and purpose. Thank you for not being silenced after all the times I have shut you up. I will be more responsive and respectful to you. I will hold and praise you in your sacred messy and will [...]
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You’re there: you hide, you play, you dominate. I give you permission to have all the sensation you want at any time you want. The brain will not judge. The brain will protect your safety and your needs – needs such as stimulation, maintenance, food, nourishment and attention. There will be no more need for [...]
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I discovered you when I was just a little girl. I can’t ever remember a time when I didn’t know the feel of you underneath my fingers. And while I have no memory of it, having slipped my chubby baby hands into my diaper seems entirely likely. Soon, however, I learned a love-hate relationship with [...]
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I love you. I’m sorry I’ve mistreated you. You are beautiful and pure and deserve better. I pray for you to heal and open and love. You deserve that. I’m never going to let anyone touch you again that you don’t want to touch you. You might get hurt, but it will be okay. Maybe [...]
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You are a source of abundance and pleasure Yet I still try to ignore you Not giving you air to breathe Hiding you in the depths of my clothing Pretending you don’t exist Ignoring your sensations and longings When I let you out of hiding Your slick juices run down my legs and leave wet [...]
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It’s been a while since I wrote to you. I know I haven’t been listening to you. I’ve been ignoring your hunger, not feeding you when you ask to be fed. I’ve been letting my thoughts and judgments get in the way of your needs. It’s because I’m afraid of you. I’m afraid that if [...]
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