This piece is comes out of my process of learning to validate and own my innate worth as a woman, as well as finding comfort in my sexuality in a healthy way, where I no longer require sex or men to define who I am.
Inspired by repeated experiences of not feeling met by men over the years, this piece was written from the place of reclaiming the importance where and who I choose to invest my time and energy into, as well as the value of who I am as a woman
The last month
I care more about making my dreams come true than having a cheap fuck
And no, that doesn’t mean I don’t like sex
I fucking love it
"Vulnerability is a strength, not a weakness" and the like, is becoming a fairly popular catch phrase these days.
I wholeheartedly stand behind that statement and believe it to be entirely true.
However, it's a whole lot easier said than done.
I love to love.
The act of giving and receiving love is so delicious to me.
I love quickly and easily — whether it’s a friend, family member, a lover, or a romantic partner, when I know, I know.
When my brother died, I was stripped down to nothing.
I was swallowed up by the darkness, cast out into the abyss that is the mystery and unknown of life, with no return in sight.
But, there’s something beautiful that happens when you get stripped down to nothing.
Women have been shamed for their sexuality for too long.
I’ve endured a huge amount of it, both passively, aggressively + passive aggressively from people over the years.
God forbid a woman have a healthy sexual appetite, she’s obviously a slut.
As 2016 comes to a close, I'm beginning to initiate a shift that I've been incubating for some time + I feel ready to share it with you now, too.
It was about 3.5 years ago that I started the platform of Wild Woman Speaks as the pen-name I wrote under + operated out of.