The bright day blew a warm breeze across my naked body. I wondered if the butterflies in my stomach were causing my panties to get wet – it couldn’t be his hand. Was it my period or something even more sinister? The carpet of green spring grasses and tiny flowers was soft and smelled lovely…and that blue sky!
Then a female voice reached my ears and stopped the honey bee song: “Get away from her you bad boy…what are you doing? And YOU are nothing but a tramp in training!
I didn’t even know what a Tramp was, but I knew it was bad and something I didn’t want to be; I asked my Mother why Mrs. Jones called me that and then sent me home.
Mother’s eyes got big: “Don’t tell your father.”
Why would I tell him anyway?
Like many of you I was never given the SACRED WORDS that described the biology of puberty’s gifts. These words are SACRED because they inform. Information leads to power and Women who recognize the SACRED in BEAUTY & PLEASURE are powerful.
Here is a quote from an ARTSY article:
“Yet the fears embodied by Medusa are two-pronged: The sexually independent woman is dangerous, but so, too, is the politically independent one. For centuries, women in power (or fighting for power) have been compared to Medusa, from Marie Antoinette to the suffragettes. Johnston suggests an exercise: Google any famous woman’s name, from Angela Merkel to Nancy Pelosi, along with the word “Medusa.”
ARE THERE ANY MEDUSA’S OUT THERE – OR SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN GIFTED TO KNOW ONE? PLEASE COMMENT, THEN.