The Feminine Form...

Pleasure, Pain & P***y Power - The Preliminary Round

I am sitting here writing a reflection, hours upon hours of feeling into an expression of the feminine form, what that even is, what it represents, and, the true beauty and power held within the body of a woman. And of course, this becomes pretty reductionist even attempting to get it into words - so do bear with me if you make it this far.

It’s likely to be a messy reflection, and I think that will be acceptable, at least for myself, for the purposes of my own imperfection. There is no exclamation of hard truths in these words - but there is an invitation to join my reflection, and open a conversation if you feel inclined.

For centuries, upon centuries, the feminine form has been revered as a powerful, life-giving, pleasure palace, full of wonder, magic, and healing. God was represented as a woman, shrines of many cultures were built in reverence to the goddess, and the portrayal of the goddess was rife as we see in many artifacts found from the Upper Palaeolithic period (40,000 to 10,000 years ago). We see the voluptuous figures with round bellies, small and large breasts, large hips, soft curves, and sensuous bumps. These figures have represented so many forms of women, many bodies, and many ideas of womanly wonder, the feminine form is most certainly a varied one. If we fast-forward we are bombarded with messages about our feminine form, messages that distort true beauty, ideas that deform the feminine form, and information that lands in our psyche and deranges us. The statues imbue something within me, the magnificence of the bodies of these women, yet I look around today and the story is so different.

It is clear in our times culture has been overridden by the overculture or death culture, which also for centuries has been working to destroy humanity, and since the colonisation by Rome, it has led to us being forced from our Indigenous beliefs and into various branches of Christianity within the west, where before the orientation of the peoples was towards a deep reverence and communion to nature, the rhythms, and cycles of the natural world. People were in deep communion with the earth, with the sky, and with one another. There’s so much more to this story too, but maybe that’s for another time.

This is somewhat a stark contrast to where we find ourselves today, rather than the pleasure of the body, we have been living in the pain of our bodies, we have been sold the lie that our bodies are fragile and weak, and that only allopathic medicine knows how to save us from this fate. Along with this we should not be allowed to feel pleasure, and our power should be stripped from us. Like soft little puppy dogs, we roll over to this distortion as it often can be somewhat easier than straying from the status quo and the liberation that would invite.

Women’s bodies are magical, they grow life or have the capacity to, and that in itself is enough for us to be in reverence over the feminine form. The feminine body is literally designed to experience extremely intense amounts of pleasure, whilst we can also withstand incredible pain, for example when giving birth which if we surrender to it, can also transform into deep waves of pleasure. The point is – that our bodies can house IT ALL, they don’t have to turn off pleasure, and we have the capacity to feel and access every last drop. We hold within us the codes of cyclical life, the ebbs, and flows of the moon, the deep sacred internal waters of a woman, coded to move in flux with life and nature herself.

In itself, this truth feels somewhat orgasmic, but again the distortion that many of us have been infused with throughout life, makes this realisation one which becomes painful, we can struggle to reckon with this capacity for pleasure – this is almost definitely my own experience also.

Our menstrual cycles have become synonymous with dread, with young girls being sold the lies of the wounded generations of fear around our blood. Blood is life, to bleed is to live. The witch hunts of the Middle Ages ensured we lost much of our feminine wisdom, but this wisdom is stored within the fabric of our beings, whilst we may have forgotten, we can also remember, and reclaim these parts of our feminine truth.

The feminist movement wanted to liberate women, free women, and allow women to be sexually free. Get women out of the home and into the workforce – which also seems great for capitalism, but less supportive of family life in many cases! But I can’t help also question, did this movement destroy women, and damage the image of the feminine? It made women believe that they did not need anyone, they could do it all alone, and better than any man. Don’t get me wrong independence is good, but where does it go too far? Just as sexual freedom is positive on the whole, where does it go too far? As we see a re-insurgence of the tradwives who are heavily slated in the media and beyond, there is a huge pushback against this agenda. This also perhaps swings to an extreme opposite of the pendulum and a new way could emerge from holding the space in the middle to see what will be born.

Sexual liberation, sexual freedom, sexual promiscuity. They are all existent on one continuum or so it seems to me. I do wholeheartedly believe in the power of sexual freedom, but as a young woman who fell into sexual promiscuity, I find myself searching for words of caution for the young girls of the future.

How do we make sure they feel safe in their own feminine forms?

You see we are living in epidemics of disconnection, women are chronically disconnected from their pleasure, from their power, ferociously wrapped up in their pain, and in their pride. We find it hard to say, I really don’t have a clue. We get lost in the smorgasbord of life, constantly changing information, access to truth is limited, trying to keep up with what it is we should now look like, smell like, and wear, it becomes all-consuming.

What’s going on?

I’m sure whether it is within your lived experience or not, you may be able to relate to p***y power. (And for the record, I struggle with the word pussy – but it fits with my P’s so I am being with it, and all that is here for me). I truly believe one of the most powerful things on this earth is a woman’s P. I believe we could stop war through the power of the P. In the right ways, we can harness the beauty and divinity of our sacred vessel to bring and create more love on this earth. Equally, we can harness great darkness, manipulation, and loss of power when we are using our sex without due care, attention, and affection.

The feminine form should be worshipped, and this starts within.

How do we as women cultivate practices, curate spaces, and create moments to worship, to dwell in and on our feminine form?

Where do we start? Where do we end?

There is so much more to share here, but that's for the next round!