There is an invisible fire and brimstone that exists in a woman. Not to be cliché, but it’s an internalized notion of oneself as Eve, as evil.
It operates so invisibly within us that the moment we get hurt (as you do on any journey), our immediate response is to cast ourselves out of the garden.
Any opportunity to leave the journey looks like a relief because to face oneself, to face one’s identity, to own this part of ourselves, is tremendous.
In masculine spirituality, we talk about enlightenment as a very intense and extreme journey.
A lifetime journey, many lifetimes even, in order to achieve enlightenment.
For a woman, her journey is facing the notion that she is evil. Opening to her sexuality is what undoes this.
Until she does this, she has to blame outside of herself to maintain a sense of powerlessness.
She tries to be ever more pure and innocent with no sexual volition in order to counter the other extreme—that she is a seductresses, luring others into danger.
Those two extremes are what women live inside of: perfectly pure or evil. She lives eternally split.
The end of the path of sexual liberation is that she’s put back together. She has access to her innocence but it’s with the wisdom and power of her sexuality.
She can own her desire.
She can own her hunger.
She no longer has to foist it or project it onto another.
She sees it in herself.