My Women Have Spoken

April 8, 2018

After Meena Kandasamy

My Radha is a slut
Who could care less
About people questioning her morality
In full control of her sexuality
She freely lusts over her men
Relentlessly lusts over
Krishna – The God of love

My Laxmi is not
Shy of asking
For her share
For her unpaid
Domestic and reproductive labour
From Vishnu – The accumulator of wealth

Laxmi regarded as the embodiment of beauty
Covered from head to toe
With ornaments
For Vishnu though
Is merely an object of adornment
A marker of his status
His wealth
A “trophy wife”
If you will
As I sit here reading
The Theory of the Leisure Class
By Thorstein Veblen

No more, says
My Laxmi
As she calls for seizure of his wealth
Stands for redistribution of the wealth
That Vishnu – the capitalist
Made by stealth

My Rati is a whore
She is all about
Sexual desire
Rati – The not-so-mentioned sex Goddess
The Goddess of carnal, sexual desire
Lust, passion and sexual pleasure
The Goddess who mastered
The art of sex techniques
The inventor of countless
Sex positions
The Goddess who could enchant, and
Bring any man
Any meditating sage
Any king
To their knees
To her cunt, and
Could ask them to
Suck on it…
Suck on it…
My Rati taught men
About the intricacies of sex
Long before
Vatsyayana came along
Claiming authorship of Kama Sutra
Alleging he taught the world

As the legend goes,
Born of desire ridden sweat
Of king Daksha, Rati
Was apparently considered ‘impure’
For bodily fluids produced during
Sexual activity, ironically, regarded as
‘Impure’, in Hindu philosophy,
Were never foreign to Rati
For she symbolized
Arousal, personified those
Droplets of desire, sweat,
Cum, all bodily fluids
Labelled polluted
Rati embodied this very ‘pollution’
My Rati rejects ‘purity’
‘Purity’-The other continuum of the Indian
Caste hierarchy-legitimation scale
My Rati dismantles it

My Sita is a transgressor
Who takes risks
Who violates rules
Who breaks moral laws
Who crosses laxman-rekha
Boundaries of patriarchy
My Sita is a brave single mother
Who can brave any storm
Without the need of any Rama

My Draupadi is promiscuous
She seduces
She disrobes
She takes on the
Monogamous marriage institution
Turns it on its head
She questions the age old adage
“Love only happens once”
As she falls in love
Several times
With five different men
Whom she marries
And the one
She loved the most
Her sakha – Krishna
Her secret lover
Yet she refuses to be shamed for it
She refuses to be shamed for
Falling in love
Several times
With each of those men
She refuses to be shamed for
Falling out of it
As many times too

My Draupadi fights against patriarchy
She mocks kings
She dethrones them
She agitates
Armored with sharp words
That cut deep
Like knives
She hones them

All my women misbehave
They break rules, cross lines, defy norms
They narrate their own stories, chart their own destinies, brave storms
Patriarchal myths can no longer define us and will be broken
For I have spoken
My women have spoken

Prerna Bakshi

Edo Zollo

She’s been following me my whole life. It started out with a recurring nightmare when I was a child: a strawberry-blonde woman in a long, white dress dragged my Dad under the bed by his hair as he slept. Should I mention she dragged him with her teeth? She moved like she was liquid, like she floated across water.

Then, when I astral travelled that one time, I encountered a blonde woman in a long, white dress, living in a pond riddled with weeds and reeds. She yanked me under and tried to drown me. Luckily, I escaped. I put protection wards up the next day and haven’t gone back.

And last night, I had a nightmare that a woman made out of mist dragged children into a lake to drown them. Yes, it was the same woman.

I’ve heard lots of myths (mostly Irish) about wicked faeries or women who live in ponds and lakes. I just want her to leave me alone.

Garden of Ash and Bone

into kinky sex

April 8, 2018

cruel cat

Those into kinky sex know there’s something primal and exotic about it; desire elevated to expressions generally beyond the norm. It should be no surprise then that researchers have found that various BDSM roles facilitate altered states of mind. Aside from meditation and good pot brownies, what other greatness lies in the realm of altered states? Sex, that’s what.

One highlight is that such altered states of consciousness have potential to unlock an inner creativity. So, um, if you feel creatively stifled, may I suggest a dose of BDSM? If you’ve ever read anything on creativity research, you’ll be familiar with the book “Flow” by Csikszentmihalyi. What a name. Anyway, the idea is simply that,

“Flow is a nine-dimensional altered state conceptualized by Csikszentmihalyi, and is achieved during ‘optimal experiences’…The dimensions of flow include ‘challenge-skill balance, action-awareness merging, clear goals, unambiguous feedback, concentration on task, sense of control, loss of self-consciousness, time transformation,’ and feelings of intrinsic reward.”

Opposite that is Dietrich’s transient hypofrontality which “relates to daydreaming, runner’s high, meditation and even some drug highs”. As the article continues,

“The experiments revealed that the bottom role and the top role in BDSM are each associated with a distinct altered state of consciousness, both of which have previously been tied to creativity.

According to the researchers, ‘topping’ is linked to the state which aligned with Csikszentmihalyi’s flow, while ‘bottoming’ is associated with both Dietrich’s transient hypofrontality and some aspects of flow.”

So, if you felt funky about getting kinky, don’t. It’s out of this world.

Tatiana Von Tauber
Altered States of Kink
Blog entry:
6th December 2016

Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman).

Milan Kundera
The Unbearable Lightness of Being