The Dark Feminine

The Divine Feminine does not fit into the neat little “good girl” box. To only claim the soft, gentle, floaty and socially digestible parts of the feminine is to cater to the very systems that have worked hard to trample on and suppress her. That benefit so immensely from her being scratched from existence.

No. The Divine Feminine is messy, raw, erotic, dark, untamed, unapologetic and WILD!

We all know she’s in there deep down in the space that creeps past the whispers of your heart and slithers in to the depths of your womb, nestling into the crevices of your puss.

Yeah, there she is.

And you know it!

This is the part they don’t want us to find.

So they tell us it’s ghastly, shameful, disgusting and “unlady” like.

Don’t snarl, don’t swear, don’t open your legs, don’t stick out your slithering tongue. Don’t speak, don’t shout, don’t writhe, don’t f*ck, don’t howl, don’t roar.

The list goes on and our power dissolves.

And so we braid our hair and wear pretty dresses. We skip in meadows and fall in love with suitable fellows, smile sweet and greet people polite, all the while ignoring the crushing, yearning, gurning fire that stirs in our loins and lights up our bellies.

Until one day the good girl gets f*cked.

And that box comes battering down leaving you exposed and bear, stripped naked and raging at a world that you thought owed you something.

Until there’s nothing left to do but go in. To the dark spaces, to the filth, to the fear, to the rage, to the passion and desire... the chaotic, blustering, ferocious, mysterious void of the feminine and be taken once again!

And there you find your wild woman, your witch, your warrioress, your femme fatale. Outcast from society you’re free to write your own rules, to give f*cks about the things that REALLY matter to your kind. Until you emerge, forever changer, forever transformed, in to the WOMBAN you came here to be.