Let us not use the term “victim-blaming” as an excuse to absolve ourselves of personal responsibility

Let us not use the term “victim blaming” as an excuse to absolve ourselves and others of personal responsibility. ⁣ ⁣ What I notice is that women often feel triggered by my posts, and throw that term at me to defend themselves from having to consider how they have a hand in creating their own lives. ⁣ ⁣ If something happens to you, it is

She keeps looking for her / everywhere she is not

She keeps looking for Her⁣ Everywhere she is not. ⁣ ⁣ In the climbing. The unending stairs of⁣ masculine success⁣ ⁣ She fills up and spills out⁣ Climaxes⁣ Mines herself for further ⁣ resources⁣ ⁣ She puts on her makeup and pretty dresses⁣ and wonders where the dull ⁣ ache ⁣ is coming from⁣ ⁣ The ache is what’s actually ⁣ calling her home. ⁣

My “doing a good job” pattern & how it disappeared

For pretty much all of my life, I’ve had this pattern of wanting to be told that I’m “doing a good job.”⁣ ⁣ When I was little, I was super praised for being good at things. For my grades, my athleticism, my performance. ⁣ ⁣ I was praised for my “light,” for my happiness and ability to put my emotions to the side to benefit

There is only dissent

Every new announcement Feels like another strike across her already bloodied back   There are no steps On the path to awakening There is only descent   She must enter the dirty tunnel   It is open. It begs to be felt   She sees the death of her grandmothers She pours the water Into the next cup Lifts her hair Off her sweaty neck

A festering rebirth

A festering rebirth She gathers her limbs, looks at where they lie Blood, pus, scabbing She knows she did not create this and yet it is there. It has things to teach her, with its pockets of sensitivity Its walls, its blocks she cannot see through She feels almost there. The earth cries beneath her feet She wants to See Sometimes she imagines it is

the earth is cleaning house

I cannot eat When I am already full When the smoke drips down the trees And I am overflowing with their tears   My heart has dissipated   I ask the trees if they are crying For their brothers and sisters, Down the west coast As usual, they say no   The trees are unfazed, by orange and grays. They know this, already. They are

The exact practice I do every week to strengthen my relationship: creating a relationship ritual

— WOUND is now open for registration. Every time I mention that Jordan and I have a weekly relationship ritual, everybody wants to know exactly what we do and exactly how to do it. Having a relationship ritual is the absolute number-one thing I recommend for the health of your relationship. It has been such a game-changer in our relationship; I honestly think it’s more

If you believe in conspiracies, let’s talk about your wounding with men

If you believe in conspiracies (“plandemic,” qanon, etc), let’s talk about your wounding with men. People are pulled toward conspiracy because they like to believe that a secret group of elite people are all pulling the strings and we are at their mercy. I get it. It’s sexier to believe that everything is run by an elite few rather than face the fact that humans

How to have any type of orgasm you want

I had an orgasm from my neck being kissed the other day. Yep – a full-body, long, tingly orgasm just from Jordan kissing a spot on my neck. I talk a lot about how our potential for pleasure is infinite. What I mean by that is that our capacity for pleasure is never-ending, ever-increasing, and our bodies will continually show us more, the more we

Here are some things you should know about me

Here are some things you should know about me: I’m a witch. Not like a witch that knows any sort of “xyz banishing spell.” But I know things without knowing how I know them, I speak to trees and flowers and plants, and I innately know how to do things with blood and candles and pieces of my hair when it serves me.  I love