A Vision of an Erotic Women’s Movement

I have a vision for a woman’s movement that becomes synonymous with free expression—political, creative, and sexual.

What I saw was a world frozen in fear begin to thaw 
as the animation of creativity rose from the depths.

The images of the 1950’s jazz clubs with elongated, alive forms—this is how the world appeared, marked first and foremost by aliveness, a unifying music, that of Eros, heard by all so that their unique creative expression could come forth.

This, this was the tikkun olam. This was the healing of the world—not endless, chronic fixing, but the bringing alive in each person, starting with women, so that she was no longer attempting to fix what was dead inside of her but was dancing with the life force moving through her.