Returning to the Moon: Decolonizing the Feminine

Conversationally, we need to let go of the feminine being an only-woman thing.

The rise of trans hate comes from the feminine being only a woman thing. The idea of butchering a woman's body, or dressing up as one, outside of what woman is labeled to be, touches a nerve collectively. The mass allowance that only women carry the feminine.

When we take that away, we take a culture's outlet to the feminine. A deeper wounding pattern. A pattern we have all been shoved down our throats as the only way for the feminine to express herself. Through curves, through breasts, through pussy.

Locking her up within the cage of what we call woman, and burning up anything and everything that defies that. That upliftment of what is the holiest of holies, to the point that it's unattainable. Unreachable. Only for a certain few.

The feminine is an energy that is abundantly available in nature. You see it move from creeks to forests. The Earth pulsating with feminine energy. The moon radiating, reminding us of the constant transformation we are all in.

When we ignore transformation, and stick the feminine to fit into only one box. Call it spiritual. Call it protective. We are just reenacting the same patterns of wounding that stem from colonialism. An implementation of ideals that makes one set of people comfortable in taking over, taking over more space, while oppressing another.

Trans beings, beings who shift from roles of men and women, beings who are men and women, have lived among us long before colonialism.

It's recorded in ancient Indigenous cultures and wisdoms.

And it's an ancestral link many of us are remembering.

For those of you who feel the call, know that you have your own access to the feminine energy that defies what is being programmed within many people, especially in neo-shamanic culture. Its own colonial, white form of idealizing aspects of nature instead of integrating the wholeness of nature.

Fuck the pure.

Here's to the messiness of all expressions. All the subtle in-betweens that are dying to come out of all of us. And the only thing in its way is how much we want to hold onto the previous Mother Mary idealized version of womanhood, that many are wanting to fit into their being, while cutting away their arms to fit the mold.

Here's to saying fuck you to the mold, and the braveness in creating something new, based on ancestral Indigenous wisdom that lives in your veins.

Love you.