Reclamation

Sexuality for me has been an expansive journey. It is very loving, and easiful when we allow ourselves to connect to it from a whole place. The places where we want to label things as “hard” are the parts of us that are showing up to something, that isn’t meant for us. Becoming aware of the different tones of our being, and allowing the tone of who we are in every moment to show up as it so chooses, is the key to sexual freedom. Sexual expression is sexual freedom. We can contort our bodies in whatever position we want, and that does not bring us closer to sexual freedom. It’s one aspect of it. One layer of the expression. Fullness in our expression comes from the hearts of our existence. To feel true within your skin as who you are showing up as. Are we faking it? Or are we rushing forward in time to avoid the intimacy of the moment and vulnerability present with another person? Perhaps the vulnerability with being with ourselves? Reclamation is coming to terms with ourselves as sexual beings, who wish to connect sexually with others. The more we express this between ourselves, the more confidence naturally builds. The intimacy of being able to receive someones no’s, as well as the joys of receiving their fuck yes. The inquisitive nature of our humanity that presents itself in these radical moments, of touching those oozing spots of orgasm, the deliciousness of god peering through the veil to meet us. The tenderness in receiving such a gift is wrapped up within our bodies as we journey forward connecting with ourselves. The fierceness that presents itself, when you no longer want to bring in inauthenticity. The directness required to ask the right questions as cleanly as you can to bring someone, invite someone into truth. Sex is our language. Every single one of us was born to reclaim our divine link to sexuality as a gift. The Garden of Eden was a place created for all of us to shine, to be fed, to be nourished. Not just by food and physical safety, but the feasting of the soul through the body. The reconnection between the divinity inside us that remembers all of us connected, all of us together, moving through our systems as waves of orgasms. The waves, clearing and cleansing our souls, as Spirit moves through us to remember again who we are, the version of ourselves that existed before it entered into this body. Reclimation for me is coming back to that awareness within myself. Owning it more, and voicing it more. Letting go of the guilt and shame around it, from physical persecution from other women who feel this yet would rather judge, blame, and guilt someone who acts on it than receive the juices of the divine within themselves fully. We can no longer live in a time, where we cut into pieces the divine, and only choose the parts that we want for ourselves and leave the rest. We must let go of this scattered way of viewing the world and fully let ourselves show up as ourselves. Reclamation is that part of the journey for me, where the woman that I am today calls in that catholic child back home. You can dance and play within this body my love, and the fullness of your spirit is welcomed.