So there it is. I am an old celibate woman who loves that boy energy. Yes, I love boys and men. I love their big hearts and their need to be seen. Bravo! Bravado!
When I was young, I love their entry into my body. That was special form of ecstasy, and nothing like the time when I kissed a girl. Sorry lesbians. You do you, but know this. Same sex sex is not the same as opposite sex sex. I will not comment on the boys’ same sex interactions, as I am unqualified in that department.
When I wrapped my legs around a man’s desire, I went straight to Heaven. It was the same feeling that I get on that first upbeat when the band starts. It’s the note that compels. A willful moment. A call to arms. Initiation.
Nowadays I wrap my mind with my body. Same thing, different chakra.
And I am sick and tired of this #newage “we are all the same” bullshit. It is not okay. It is a lie to say we are the same and that culture tells us to act like we act. have you watched children? Boys pick up sticks from the ground and shoot each other dead. Such fun! Boys run, jump and poke with purpose. Girls run and jump too. Not so much poke. But if you pay attention it is obvious that the girls’ actions are less purposeful and more about fitting in. Girls seldom act without checking the herd’s responses.
Yin is the chorus, Yang is the soloist. Yin is the firmament, Yang is the Star.
Yin circles the wagons. Yang eliminates the threats.
We are made from both.
You are more of one and less of the other. You are designed to function as part of a team. If you cannot identify your part, how can you play it?
I just now received a message from my Mac computer. It assures me that following its advice will make me more productive. I will be “smarter, better and faster” if I use these new features. Yang, the active principle of creation imposes itself into reality. Yang insists and persists. Yang is left brain. It wants to be right and better.
Tech culture is decidedly Yang. It thrives on competition. I wonder if we allow men to do wimmin’s sports because they are just so much better at them. Nature cannot resist forcing its way into the events because Yang insists on its own Novelty. “Look what I can do!” Boys cavort and leap in joyful competition, much to their mothers’ delight. I greatly admired my sons’ escapades. They lived to entertain me.
Tech implores me to Achieve, to Cavort, to Excel!!!!! These words are Yang, action words. They are superlative words. The mood is Joyful Abandon!!! Let’s Plaaaaay!!!! It’s fucking exhausting.
Male and Feminine are not the same. I don’t enjoy using the word “female.” It doesn’t set right with me. Fe is the prefix for “iron.” And male is male. So Female means, “iron-man.” So say I. Feminines need extra iron because we endure the wound that never heals. “If you love me, bring me bloody meat.” Yang kills for Yin. He fights for her and the novel zygote he awakened inside her.
Together we make New Gods.
Life is a Team Sport
Christians ask, “Who is it that bled for you and didn’t die?” The crowd shouts “Jesus!” But I defer. I say, “My mother!” Mothers bleed for the future and mostly don’t die from it. Yin does dirty work. She sweeps out the grunge on a monthly schedule. Yang does the killing. That’s dirty too.
Would society be happier or better if we praised the dirty sides of our Makers?
If the future is female, we are doomed. The world is over all ready Estrogenated. What? Yes, because oil and its products create a feminizing influence on Earth. We are already doomed by the toxic overload of plastic waste, teflon molecules and pharmaceutical poisoning.
What is the Nature of the #Neptune Avatar?
Chemicals are ruled by the planet Neptune, the all encompassing allower of all things. This is the great great granny of feminine creation and she is indiscriminate, unfiltered and vastly disconnected from the necessities of daily life. She loves all her children. The pedos and murderers and the saints and the fat and the thin and the smart and the ridiculous. And she especially loves suffering and loss. She smears a coast of vaseline on her children so they can slide around her playground, the good, the bad and the ugly ones and then she lets them all dissolve into the vat of grease we fondly refer to as The Universe.
Little girls in pink dresses are feminine and so are sad old crones, and boss bitches and poisoners. Yes, ladies, we get our revenge later, dished out cold. The idea that the Femme New Age will be an ecumenical fair society is pure fairy tale nonsense.
Yang will stab you in the chest. Yin will poison you in your sleep. Both gods deal in life and death. There is no Either/Or. There is Only, Always, Eternal
And yes, the Iroquois had matrons and councils and consensus, but they also had men in council. They had elders and Youngers and men and wimmin. And yes, I spell wimmin this way because once again, other people’s languages use very different sounds for the two genders and I happen to believe that making the distinction between the sexes would be a healthy choice here today in Modernia.
We swim in a toxic pool of feminine hormones and you wonder why the men and boys are putting on makeup and demanding castration and a two inch taint drill?
The automobile industry may be the most significant contributor to the male crisis because when rubber tires roll over asphalt, the estrogen release is notable. The act of driving a car increases the possibility that your son won’t make fast sperm and your daughter will starve herself to death.
Hyperbole? Not on purpose. I see things. I hear stuff. I weave stories. I am a fiber artist.
What story did you weave today? Venus? OR Mars?
That’s enough for today.
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