keeper of sacred sexuality
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…
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