What happens when the natural expressions of her life force—her emotions, her intensity, her sexual energies—are not given space to move, but instead are pathologized, managed, and medicated? She becomes clogged.

Power, once harnessed, must be aimed and directed where it is needed. As women, to claim our inherent power
is to claim the birthright of our sexual energy.

In the everyday language 
of our modern existence, women have been taught to measure ourselves in the currency of restriction rather than aspiration.

At the foundation of the old idea of woman is that she is a possession—partial and dependent.

We can complain about the labor of this, but this is the labor of real love.

What cannot be metabolized by the system must be denied or disguised. And so, she is taught the ritual of reversal, the public undoing of her own experience, the practiced apology for having been too much, too wanton, too alive.

Until woman is willing to take full custodianship of Eros she will remain estranged from her own soul. The moment she does, the world will no longer be built on her absence, but on the fierce, Erotic sovereignty of her return.

We know ourselves only in response—to culture, to expectation,
to man. We have not yet commenced the sovereign life.

True power has no need for theater.
It does not beg, seduce, or withhold. It simply is.

We have been seduced by shortcuts, selling out our wisdom for the safety and status of masculine-defined worlds, bartering away our value for conformity.