A few months back I wrote this seething essay on body hair and the difference, or lack thereof, between a man and wombyn’s armpits. It was inspired by an article I had seen circulating Facebook about the “new armpit hair trend” and the nasty response it garnered from men and wombyn alike. A previous employer … More To Grow Or…? The Underarm Debate.
Uniting in sisterhood is THE most important pursuit for us now, today. The longstanding poisonous patriarch will eventually crumble and it has already begun. We aid this process best, by joining heart and soul in shared love and worship of the Divine Feminine, by lifting our sisters up and speaking unabashed truth to and for … More INFP SeaStarhood ✨
I am not always a positive person, in truth I am in perpetual fisticuffs with my gripping anxiety and overactive mind. Struggling to remain present in these places I may never visit again, trying to do anything but fret over the what may come. Before I debuted in the role of my short lifetime thus … More 🌺💦🐸 Hot and Fragrant Jungle Air 🌴🐚⚡️
I’d like to share something not so secret with you; we don’t need much. These are my most utilized health and beauty products. I use coconut oil to clean my body and face, a combination of baking soda, pMint and coconut oil for my teeth, baking soda and essential oils- blended by Brittany Buirs- for … More with friends like coconuts, who needs shampoo?
I’ve been busy falling in love. 🔮✨💖💞😍🌎🌴👯💗🔆 With jungle fringed crags and limestone cliffs that seem to reach their jagged fingers toward rainy season skies. With a beautiful French woman and her tangled red locks. Her pen poised over paper, her brilliant mind flowing forth into inky black lines the shape of breasts, of … More what I’ve been up to; not blogging.
I am full of darkness, and so are you. In my vision, the darkness is rich and earthy like freshly turned soil; damp, fecund and teeming with life at every level. When I rake my fingers through it I see there is much to behold, many lumps of clay to turn over in my hands, … More I am full of Darkness
When so much and so little happens, and you can’t quite remember where it all fits, because you’re still in the cycle, the wheel is still in motion and you’re plastered against the inside wall, hanging onto the spokes and waiting for the moment you’ll jump off and be somewhere entirely different than before. Thats … More Infinite Love