Was That Good For You?

I just watched some episodes of Netflix’s “Sex and Love around the World”. Thank you Ms Amanpour, for reminding me of my purpose in this world and in this life.  Here is the sad truth. Us, “women of the West”, make a very small percentage of the world’s total female population, who are “allowed” to enjoy some level of sexual freedom and the right to our pleasure and to choose for ourselves. In most other cultures, women still have hardly any rights. Men can have lovers and multiple wives. Men can cheat. Men can force themselves on their spouses whenever they feel like sex. Men can rape young girls based on fabricated religious righteousness. Men can divorce without even telling their wives. If a woman commits “adultery” in some cultures, she might be killed worse case scenario or end up divorced without discussion and unable to see her children, as “best case” scenario.  Couples don’t talk about sex. In many of the cultures portrayed, Japan, muslim countries, A...

Where is your wild? Your untamed your primal your no-bullshit authentic self? I have a slight inkling of where she might be. Curled up under some emotional fog.  No we don’t need to growl like a tiger to be wild, sure we can but that’s not the point.  We also don’t need to wear fur or leather or nothing, or writhe like a snake or connect with Kali every day, sure we can but that is also not the point. The point is that our Wilding is a CHOICE. A choice of which parts of us are we feeding at any given moment. Yes the beast needs to be fed. Newsflash! She LOVES the REAL. I was on a dancefloor. I was witnessing something that made me incredibly jealous. Then I got upset that I was still feeling jealous about the thing after a number of years when I clearly, clearly, should have gotten over it by now! Now at this point I had a choice. I could have gone home and sulk alone and blame whoever. I could have acted like nothing was going on, put on my mask and keep p...