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The Anti-Pussy Campaign begins for every little girl at birth. Mothers and grandmothers, part your tiny bud lips and remove smegma from between them so it won’t “smell”—like pussy. Pussy that smells like flowers, or perfume or disinfectant is acceptable but pussy that smells like pussy is dirty?

I thank the Ancestral Mothers every day for allowing me to have been born a woman in this lifetime.

And in the same breath I know that The Mothers know that this gift of magick is never easy to bear. Life in the modern world is a constant struggle between Patriarchy and Pussy.

Pussy is ever victorious, after all you cannot defeat your source and continue to exist. But Patriarchy somehow lives to fight another day.

The Anti-Pussy Campaign begins for every little girl at birth. Mothers and grandmothers part your tiny bud lips, and remove smegma from between them, so it won’t “smell”—like pussy. Pussy that smells like flowers, or perfume or disinfectant is acceptable but pussy that smells like pussy is dirty?

Let me clear, I am not speaking of an odor of infection or perspiration or anything that actually indicates that vigorous scrubbing is actually required (although vigorously scrubbing the pussy does no good in eliminating these issues either).

I am sharing with those of you born sans pussy that those of us blessed with one have been taught that pussies inherently stink. By themselves, no infection, no actual dirt on them, no sweat, just by virtue of its existence, it stinks.

Pussies are mysterious.

While we are taught wash them thoroughly and even douse them with vinegar and water regularly, we are never to actually really touch them. Most women you know have no idea what their own pussys feel like, because like their mothers and grandmothers before them, care for them with a sort of disdain. There is a scornful look, and thought of, “Oh lord let me wash this thing before it stinks. Let me tuck this away before someone sees it. Let me ignore it until I can put it in the service of some man.”

We are taught to hate our pussies.

We’re taught to see them as a the most untrustworthy part of ourselves and regard our pussies warily, because they will lead us down dark dangerous pathways in life from which there is no return to Good Girldom.

Pussies are inconsistent.

We are not allowed to form a relationship with our pussies, and therefore many of us feel taken aback when she starts bleeding or foams at the mouth or burns or itches or emits foul odors. She can change our lives and take away our comfort and happiness it seems, at her whim.

Pussies are dangerous.

They can turn a good man bad and make a good woman a whore (which etymologically speaking means sacred woman). They are solely responsible for unwanted pregnancies, rampant abortions and unloved babies.

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Through this entire slander campaign Pussy continues to parcel out bliss each and every time she is given proper attention. She continues to be the gateway to the spirit realm. She remains beautiful and juicy and sweet and irresistible. It is as the holy odu ose says of Oshun, “No matter what you say about honey, the taste will remain sweet”.

Pussy is the undefeated, indisputable center of The All and She has never stopped being exactly who and what she is.

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Winter is a journey into the Pussy of the Universe. Winter is an experience of everything we have been taught to deny about womanhood. Its cold, is dark, its damp, its dangerous, its trying, it can take your life and it can strengthen you and give you the tools to live life more abundantly.

Consider the mystery of conception, gestation and birth. These are all obstacle courses.

As all the ancients knew and attested to in allegory, winter is this same kind of necessary testing ground. Winter weeds out the weak, the unprepared and the worn and sloughs laziness and complacency off of those of us who prove ourselves fit to survive her. In short we come out better on the other side of her.

Ancient earth-centered cultures embraced the realities of Pussy, and fully saw these same realities mirrored in winter. So as with any interaction with Mother, winter must be approached with careful preparation.

Have an action plan.

If you have what I call a ‘real Black momma’ you don’t ever approach her with poorly conceived bullshit. You must remain alert and have your wits about you during winter. Women suffer fools lightly.

Bring your A game.

Never bring a knife to the gunfight. Dealing with a fully self-realized woman, she will chew you up and spit you out without a second thought and then demand that you thank her for the opportunity to do so.

Prepare to enter into the Dark Side.

Women are capable of levels of emotional intensity that no other creature can attain, real destructive anger and real life giving love come from the same place in us. So if you’re easily frightened, stay home.

Be prepared to die.

Women are made to push all things around them to their absolute highest potential, so after actual intimate contact with us, you cannot remain the same. Mourn the passing of the old you. We cannot tolerate half assedness.

Be prepared to be reborn.

We will birth you fresh, new and better in each and every way. Resistance is futile, there is no way to avoid winter or womanhood. Most of our lives began and we were raised under the watchful, terrifying eye of no nonsense women, and we all know we are better for it.

This is the energy of Winter.

Like all Pussy it stands before us in its terrible splendor commanding us to surrender, die and be made whole.