Women

The Ways of Woman…

The Ways of Woman…

This journey is not one that can be taught.  This journey is one you must discover on your own.

Our blood is a deep and profound part of our medicine as women.  We are the keepers of the gates that bridge the worlds.  Through our wombs life is born and through our care, life gives way to death.  In this way we are incomprehensibly connected to the mysteries of our world…

Meet Me On The Bridge

Meet Me On The Bridge

 A couple years ago, the issue of sexual assault came up across several communities in Portland, naming at least four different men as violators.  It was like a sexual assault bomb went off in the city and many conversations followed, groups formed, and people grappled with what to do.

It was heavy, intense, and uncomfortable.  I participated in several conversations, and facilitated a few.  In each conversation, what I came to call “the rise to the defense of men” would inevitably take over.  Early on, someone, usually a man, would interject something to the effect of “but all men aren’t bad.”

Set My Pussy Free!

Set My Pussy Free!

Pussy.  There, I said it.  P-u-s-s-y. 

It happens to be a word I love.  Pussy.  The way it rolls off the tongue from puckered lips and ends with a smile. 

I happen to love my pussy.  She brings me my greatest pleasures in life.  Some of my favorite memories are painted within her folds. 

She is the keeper of many mysteries.  My pussy is the pathway to heaven and the gateway to life incarnate.  She is powerful beyond even my comprehension, yet tender, soft and sweet.