keeper of sacred sexuality
let’s talk about cūnt, babes. fun fact: the word cūnt can be traced back to old norse, old english, and middle english languages. in old norse, the word kunta referred to the female genitalia and had a neutral or even positive connotation, finding its way into various old norse texts, including sagas and poetry. similarly,…
this is a tale of the mortar and pestle, of the bygone hands that wielded them. it is a tale of withering herbs — of musky motherwort, of bitter skullcap, of tangy calendula. it is a tale of the brewing of spiced teas, of the concocting of balming salves. a tale of catching souls earthside,…
madeleine. ursula. margarete. jeanne. simone. greta. these are the names of my grandmothers, of my great grandmothers, of the women who have birthed the threads that weave the stories of my ancestry. i carry my foremothers with me; their essence a part of my own—of where i'm from, and who i am growing to be.…
many, many moons ago, i saw vulvas in the night sky, exploding into stars, birthing galaxies within the folds of slick lips. many, many moons ago, i wandered through dim, balmy tunnels, enveloped within the earth's womb-like burrows, softly cooing me toward doorways beguilingly shaped in the curves of the vulva. these are the things…
Continue reading ➞ i see vulvas, and they are birthing galaxies.
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