I am on my own journey of learning how to inhabit the monthly rhythms of my own female body, in the rhythms of our natural world, and how to enjoy being female. Life feels like such a rollercoaster sometimes. But the alternative to awakening to these feelings is a life of conflict, a life of being ruled by these unconscious feelings. Coming into an awareness of these feelings and themes prompts change. An awakening into transitions that feel scary, that feel foreign, but that also feel welcome.
And only that. Or, I can embrace these feelings, allow them to be felt, but choose to step into sovereignty. To step into my own adult life as a woman who does not let others define her as less than, as shameful, as anything other than fully realized, powerful and glorious. And, if I get swept away by the difficult feelings and forget I have choice, I have the spaciousness to be forgiving of myself later.
This is the blessing of awareness. Sovereignty is my hope for myself, for my daughter, and for all women in my life. My hope for the men in my life is that they may be blessed by the presence of sexy, confident glorious women, and that they may be supportive of these unshaming processes, the ones we all need to go through and that they can heal their own shame too. I wrote a love letter to men a while back, you can read it here. Oh, women! We have the sweetest pussies in the world, these flower-petal-like tender and rippled lips between our legs, opening into an expandable and muscled vagina that gives and receives so much!
Pussies that receive pleasure and penises and a knowingness and aliveness like nothing else. Pussies that birth life. Release menstrual blood. Oh women! Our breasts are incredible. We feed our children with them, we feed our lovers with them, we feed ourselves with the exquisite ability to feel pleasure through them. We watch them grow and change over the years, telling us where in the aging process we are, whether we like it or not.
Youthful, uplifted, plump. Softer, stretched and starting to flatten from a couple decades of existence and perhaps breastfeeding. Plumper again and bigger upon menopause, Weight gain.
Love Letters for Him—That You'll Love - Verily
The comfort and pillowy softness of an embrace with a busty woman. Then stretched into soft skin, fat having long gone. Breasts that are used up, but in the best sense possible — by love, by nourishing, by being blessed to have lived long enough for them to droop and flatten, oh great blessing of blessings. Our waists. Our hips. The hourglass flare, that specific ratio that signals the feminine figure.
What is it about this combination that is so alluring? Hourglass curves that stir longing, that stir sapphic lust, that stir cocks to life. Our ability to connect with each other. The lusty fellowship of clothing swaps and saunas and changerooms and laughter and irreverence and belly laughs. Watch yourself. Just watch yourself get turned on and flirtatious. Do you see it? How everything softens, and the focus lands on lips, on eyes, on the swish of hair and adornment and body movement. The light, how it plays on your neck, your collarbone.
Not a kind look by any means. This is so because I believe the love letter is pretty much dead. This tradition has shriveled up in a world where heartfelt affection is an emoji of a panda with hearts for eyes. Maybe I'm wrong. I sure hope so.
Speak a Man's Language to Write Him a Love Letter
Maybe tons of people write love letters, but keep this quiet since it feels like such an antiquated thing. They don't want to be known as the kind of weirdo who articulates their heart's beat for their loved one via thoughtful prose. What a total weirdo, amirite? Despite the awkwardness around the idea of it, I'm a firm believer in the power of a love letter. I've written quite a few. Some private, some public. I've written some for my mother, some for my father, my friends, and, of course, my love.
Some could argue I even wrote some for things, like books.
It's a way for me to share my insides; it helps me connect my internal with my external. It's a godsend. Because, you see, I'm a whole lot better on paper than in person. My lady will a bit too enthusiastically agree with this. I don't take it to heart. We all have our strengths and our natural grooves, and for me that means that I'm better with the written word than with the spoken one.
Love letters, then, portray my deepest considerations all at once in the most coherent way I can concoct. The content of a love letter depends on who you are. That guy's love letter could be filled with rosy language and emotionally-charged descriptions. That other lady's letter could be calm, in comparison, and carefully list the things she appreciates about the other person.
Neither is right and neither is wrong. Both are exactly as they should be, since both are true to the writer.
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Just Write It When you're writing a love letter, you need to get out of your way and just write it. This sort of writing should be the least filtered piece of writing you can do. The typos, the redundant wording, the oddly placed commas, those are all irrelevant. They are secondary, an afterthought, after you're done crafting the power of your message. This message, in whatever words you end up using for yourself, essentially says: you're immensely important to me and I just wanted to let you know that, because I could not spend another moment not confessing this to you.
Open the gates, let the heart pour itself across the page. It's a great unburdening, the best of all kinds. A love letter helps you breathe easier, that's for sure. Ignore Everyone Else The editor in you will want to tear apart your letter. It will criticize, minimize, or ridicule you. If you listen to that cranky old hag you'll never write anything that is pumped with life by your soul. Don't listen to it, basically because that voice is not yours. It was created by everyone else, but what "people say.
These people say that if you're a man, and don't spend your days wearing black turtlenecks, you have no business writing sappy things like these. These people say that you are way too emotional and you kind of need to tone it down, because you make people uncomfortable. These people are letting you know what the "right way" of doing things is, so pay attention If you've read my stuff enough you know that I believe that complete bullshit. There's no right way, there's only the way that work for you. You must ignore these voices! At all times and with all things.
1796: Mary Wollstonecraft to William Godwin
Writing this kind of letter is simply an example of how frustrating and limiting listening to other people's definition of "right" or "success" or "normal" can be. People who have these opinions and need you to abide by them are, quite simply, bullies. Ignore the bully, and you take away their power.
Human beings create a crowd, not the other way around. It's not simply a proclamation of love. I've experienced that the most powerful love letters are those where you reveal yourself in every single way. The good and the bad. I've done this with my lady various times. I don't just tell her how much she means to me, how much I'm renewed by her laugh and smile and love, but I also tell her how imperfect I am.