nature is a whore

the fecund feminine principle, statistically liable to wounding and degradation in these culminating, dissociative times, retreats into high arctic tundras. she locks down the heart and guards with talons of hyper-cerebral defensiveness. as an adaptive response this makes sense and sometimes brings its own satisfactions, but it's no way to live in the long term.

fortune-favoured of late with the right visionary experiences, drop-ins of intuitive flashes and attendant synchronies, i've been able to finally see for truth this hangover programming of diseased patriarchy still preying on my freedom and potential happiness. we've been raised to disown the gynolatric powers and put on exclusively androlatric garb, the very culture is steeped in these amputative poisons. the particularly afflicted make matters worst, surrounding themselves with especially noxious agents who further the malignment of not only the womanly powers but prevent the inseminating harness of positive masculinity from coming to the fore as righteous consort.

"Constricted, the joy of the feminine has been denigrated as mere frivolity; her joyful lust demeaned as whorishness, or sentimentalized and maternalized; her vitality bound into duty and obedience. This devaluation produced ungrounded daughters of the patriarchy, their feminine strength and passion split off, their dreams and ideals in the unobtainable heavens, maintained grandly with a spirit false to the instinctual patterns symbolized by the queen of heaven and earth."
[Sylvia Brinton-Perera]

any man who looks at a woman as a matter-of-course liar, as suspect, as faithless for having interests and variabilities, as a quanta that must behave, toe the line, suppress her inquiries, tone down her intensity and pump up her body parts, who seeks to dispossess her need of venture and social intercourse with colleagues and friends, who views her assets and charms as things to be guarded for personal aggrandizement instead of let loose for her enjoyment, satisfaction, and life's general pollination, who fancies he can control her personal habits, judge her lifestyle practices, or tame her of her attunement to the cycles of dark and light in nature, is, in particular, a patent artifact of my past.

and while i have an interest in investigating the wounds that have led men to adopt these attitudes toward the feminine, (and women towards themselves), it's not my job anymore to attend these questions or attempt their transformation within the privacy of my personal life. reaching this point of differentiation has been a lifelong journey and not one that i take lightly. in return, crossing this bridge has delivered the most beautiful passion into my life, perfect in its comportment and arrangement, and more fulfilling and stimulative than anything i ever imagined possible. corset-free, it makes no demands of me. it just allows, encourages, and lets me be in my realm to do as i please. heaven.