Many men feel entitled to our attention. They act like Peter Pans exploring endlessly or little boys looking for their mothers without investing, without doing what it takes to PROVE their place by our side, deep inside or at our feet. Weeding these players out is essential.
While I can bring both the light and dark mother, the Queen has arrived. She is catalyzing the anger from a lifetime of giving my energy away.
She is turning its power inward to:
discover,
ask for, and
insist upon what truly fills my mind, body and spirit.
Not settling until I find someone just as courageous, passionate, generous and kind as I can be versus letting some random dick inside that no matter how glorious in the moment will likely just fuck me in the end.
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So many dicks. All different shapes and sizes. Yet, they are incomplete as long as I am relying on them for my ultimate satisfaction. I may want partnership, play and passion but they are not the source of it. I am. My orgasm, my turn on, even my climax. They do not generate it. They are delicious mediums but I must never forget no matter how much I want to be in the state of devotion, they are not Gods.
You are what is known as Turned On Woman, aka Unicorn. Meaning a woman who is free, who is capable of what I call Unconditional Sex; sex that is not saddled with “conditions” such as promises of wedding proposals, dishwashers, babies. A woman who owns her sex and does not need to use it for barter, who has the wealth and luxury, both energetic and emotional, to use it for her pleasure.