Showing posts with label womanhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label womanhood. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 6, 2009
what a pretty 'lil pussy
some of you know that i have a now newly minted 7 year old daughter. yes, a 'lil princess in the making. but really, she already knows she's a queen, lol. being the mother of a daughter is quite interesting and challenging, as many of you already know. especially in these days and times. but for me, it's mainly contant joy. lots of giggles, hilarity, and mayhem.
we share alot as well. now, i'm not the kind of mom that shares everything, but if she asks a question, i answer it. i don't lie, there's not alot of "because i said so...", i'm pretty straitghtforward and only tell her what she needs to know, when and how i feel she needs to know it. and that's not always easy. to figure out what and how much is appropriate. especially when it comes to my health. to me, she's a little person (not an adult) with the capacity for critical thinking, processing, and understanding. we have some wonderful, intersting, and insightful exchanges, and it's been often where he insights have blown my mind. as kids do.
so i was taking a bath one day recently, and she walked in, like she always does, full of questions about this and that. i was a bit aggitated because this was to be my 'quiet time' and hubby was supposed to be keeping ms. busybody occupied. well, now that my me time is clearly over, i decide to get out of the tub. she loves to help me and is constantly looking for ways to do so. so she hands me my towel, gets my after bath goodies (oils, lotions, smell goods - yes, i'm that kind of woman) all ready for me. i step out and she helps me dry off. we go to the bath bench, sit, and while we're oiling my body, we start talking (as always...)
"mommy, some ladies have hair on their legs, and their arms, huh?
yes baby.
why?
because that's how god made them
hmpf. we don't have hair on our legs or our arms mommy.
nope."
there's silence for a few seconds as she hands me the powder. she loves putting powder on herself, i think because she's fascinated with how it 'floats'. anyway, she always begs to put the poweder on me, so i let her poweder my back. yes, i'm still naked. i don't have a problem with being naked in front of my daughter. yes, i'm vain not modest, and love to be naked. however, i am modest about it with her. but we are both female. my body will be her body. and there's nothing to be skittish or ashamed about. i teach her, show her to be comfortable with her body.
so we're oiling, powedering and all, then chatty cathy starts up again....
"mommy...
yes baby.
do all ladies have hair on their vagina?
most ladies do, but i believe that some don't.
like when you get your chemo and it goes away? quite sure of herself.
well, kinda. some just don't have any because they just don't. like how some don't have any on their legs and arms.
oh. does nana have hair on her vagina?
yep.
grandma?
i think so.
little girls like me don't though because we're little, right?" she says, very proud of herself for thinking so deeply. oye vay. i wonder breifly to myself where all this is coming from, and more importanly, where is it going. then she got a funny look on her face, very serious in a way. i got concerned because i thoguht she was going to ask a question that i could'nt answer, or wasn't ready to.
in a drop dead serious tone that all a 7 year old could muster, she asked..
" mommy, is my vagina pretty?
of course it is baby.
why is it pretty?
because it's like any other party of you that makes you pretty. like your brain because it makes you smart and funny. like your heart because it how you care and love. like muscles because they help make you strong. all thses things make you pretty and then more. your vagina maes you pretty because it makes you a girl. and girls are...."
STRONG!!!" she interrupts me loudly, proudly.
i teach her about girl power. that girls have a special strength just because they're girls. women. and her vagina, initially, is what makes her a girl. how to use that strength, that power, is what makes her a woman.
so, yes kitten, you have a pretty lil pussy.
we share alot as well. now, i'm not the kind of mom that shares everything, but if she asks a question, i answer it. i don't lie, there's not alot of "because i said so...", i'm pretty straitghtforward and only tell her what she needs to know, when and how i feel she needs to know it. and that's not always easy. to figure out what and how much is appropriate. especially when it comes to my health. to me, she's a little person (not an adult) with the capacity for critical thinking, processing, and understanding. we have some wonderful, intersting, and insightful exchanges, and it's been often where he insights have blown my mind. as kids do.
so i was taking a bath one day recently, and she walked in, like she always does, full of questions about this and that. i was a bit aggitated because this was to be my 'quiet time' and hubby was supposed to be keeping ms. busybody occupied. well, now that my me time is clearly over, i decide to get out of the tub. she loves to help me and is constantly looking for ways to do so. so she hands me my towel, gets my after bath goodies (oils, lotions, smell goods - yes, i'm that kind of woman) all ready for me. i step out and she helps me dry off. we go to the bath bench, sit, and while we're oiling my body, we start talking (as always...)
"mommy, some ladies have hair on their legs, and their arms, huh?
yes baby.
why?
because that's how god made them
hmpf. we don't have hair on our legs or our arms mommy.
nope."
there's silence for a few seconds as she hands me the powder. she loves putting powder on herself, i think because she's fascinated with how it 'floats'. anyway, she always begs to put the poweder on me, so i let her poweder my back. yes, i'm still naked. i don't have a problem with being naked in front of my daughter. yes, i'm vain not modest, and love to be naked. however, i am modest about it with her. but we are both female. my body will be her body. and there's nothing to be skittish or ashamed about. i teach her, show her to be comfortable with her body.
so we're oiling, powedering and all, then chatty cathy starts up again....
"mommy...
yes baby.
do all ladies have hair on their vagina?
most ladies do, but i believe that some don't.
like when you get your chemo and it goes away? quite sure of herself.
well, kinda. some just don't have any because they just don't. like how some don't have any on their legs and arms.
oh. does nana have hair on her vagina?
yep.
grandma?
i think so.
little girls like me don't though because we're little, right?" she says, very proud of herself for thinking so deeply. oye vay. i wonder breifly to myself where all this is coming from, and more importanly, where is it going. then she got a funny look on her face, very serious in a way. i got concerned because i thoguht she was going to ask a question that i could'nt answer, or wasn't ready to.
in a drop dead serious tone that all a 7 year old could muster, she asked..
" mommy, is my vagina pretty?
of course it is baby.
why is it pretty?
because it's like any other party of you that makes you pretty. like your brain because it makes you smart and funny. like your heart because it how you care and love. like muscles because they help make you strong. all thses things make you pretty and then more. your vagina maes you pretty because it makes you a girl. and girls are...."
STRONG!!!" she interrupts me loudly, proudly.
i teach her about girl power. that girls have a special strength just because they're girls. women. and her vagina, initially, is what makes her a girl. how to use that strength, that power, is what makes her a woman.
so, yes kitten, you have a pretty lil pussy.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
P - U - S - S - WHY?!
PUSSY.
Not allowed to say the word as a child, it became something I spelled.
I was admonished that “pussies are private”, never to be seen, touched, or smelled.
I was convinced pussies were secrets to be hidden in the dark out of sight.
In a chest with no key, away from the light.
As I grew older and wiser and became more aware
I wondered about my “body secret” in which even I didn’t share.
What was this swirling vortex at the center of me?
What role did it play in my life’s choreography?
More and more frequently my pussy caught my attention
But strangely enough it remained something no one, not even I chose to mention.
Mentioned or not it continued to change, growing hair, sometimes throbbing, and making me feel strange.
And still no one spoke of my pussy transitions,
So alone my pussy and I coasted without intervention.
P – U – S – S, WHY?! no one addressed my pussy conniptions I don’t know.
I felt lost and alone with nowhere to go.
It made me suspicious of all of the things they had said, like “pussies are private” and touching them bad.
I was left to my own devices about which I was quite mad.
So touch my pussy I did and I soon became glad!
I had found the key to the treasure I had long locked away.
I fell in love with my pussy right then and there, some might say.
I was enamored, enchanted, even OBSESSED, and I didn’t care.
I had found the rest of me though it had always been there.
The feel of it, the smell, and the things it could do
Filled me with power and strength all anew.
A woman fully I became on that day; with a newly found understanding of ALL that conveyed.
I COULD BRING LIFE through the portal that is me
That is who and what my pussy enables me to be!
P – U – S – S, WHY?! all the secrecy, the mystery, the shame?
Why the embarrassment over the very essence of all things humane?
The secret’s revealed, the mystery unraveled
And like a thief in the night, away the shame traveled.
As this knowledge permeates my brain and radiates from my eyes
The doorway to life is what I carry between my thighs!
© Sharon J. All Rights Reserved 2008
Not allowed to say the word as a child, it became something I spelled.
I was admonished that “pussies are private”, never to be seen, touched, or smelled.
I was convinced pussies were secrets to be hidden in the dark out of sight.
In a chest with no key, away from the light.
As I grew older and wiser and became more aware
I wondered about my “body secret” in which even I didn’t share.
What was this swirling vortex at the center of me?
What role did it play in my life’s choreography?
More and more frequently my pussy caught my attention
But strangely enough it remained something no one, not even I chose to mention.
Mentioned or not it continued to change, growing hair, sometimes throbbing, and making me feel strange.
And still no one spoke of my pussy transitions,
So alone my pussy and I coasted without intervention.
P – U – S – S, WHY?! no one addressed my pussy conniptions I don’t know.
I felt lost and alone with nowhere to go.
It made me suspicious of all of the things they had said, like “pussies are private” and touching them bad.
I was left to my own devices about which I was quite mad.
So touch my pussy I did and I soon became glad!
I had found the key to the treasure I had long locked away.
I fell in love with my pussy right then and there, some might say.
I was enamored, enchanted, even OBSESSED, and I didn’t care.
I had found the rest of me though it had always been there.
The feel of it, the smell, and the things it could do
Filled me with power and strength all anew.
A woman fully I became on that day; with a newly found understanding of ALL that conveyed.
I COULD BRING LIFE through the portal that is me
That is who and what my pussy enables me to be!
P – U – S – S, WHY?! all the secrecy, the mystery, the shame?
Why the embarrassment over the very essence of all things humane?
The secret’s revealed, the mystery unraveled
And like a thief in the night, away the shame traveled.
As this knowledge permeates my brain and radiates from my eyes
The doorway to life is what I carry between my thighs!
© Sharon J. All Rights Reserved 2008
Another Playmate Showing His Luv with Paints
This is a dear friend of mine from DC who migrated to NYC before I did. Malik's work is off da chain far as I'm concerned! Enjoy! If he doesn't stop by in the comment area - I'll pass on any luv shown to him.
Malik'll be having an opening at a Bklyn gallery in Bed Stuy (Brooklyn, NY): 677 Lafeyette Avenue. Will post Time & Date as soon as I find out (& they make up their minds & stop jerkin' my man;-)!
Malik'll be having an opening at a Bklyn gallery in Bed Stuy (Brooklyn, NY): 677 Lafeyette Avenue. Will post Time & Date as soon as I find out (& they make up their minds & stop jerkin' my man;-)!
Sunday, June 1, 2008
about my pussy love...
ok, i am no writer, not like the likes of my wonderful pussy sisters, just a commentator. so i will comment now....
i love being a woman. women have pussy's. vagina's. poonanies. coochies. vajayjay's. baby girls (as my daddy use to call it). i don't care what it's called really. i just love mine. i love how my hair grows around it. like a crown really. i love where GOD has positioned it on my body. right in the middle. the center. the heart. there's no life if there's no heart beating inside. my pussy is life. and damn do i love my life!
i love to get dressed up to the nines... hair. makeup. a baaad ass dress and even badder shoes. and of course pussy is dressed to impress as well. amazing is how i feel. and i feel it in my pussy too. yes, i do. for me, there's a strength, i feel, that emanates from it too. even more so when i'm really feeling all that i am as a woman (not just because i'm wearing a pretty dress, even though that helps!). no, see, i feel it particularly when when i'm standing in front of an audience to give a speech. or when i'm being a mommy to my ladybug. or when i am lovin my man. i am princess tinybutt. i am a woman. intelligent. vulnerable. confident. tender. soft. strong.
i love to look at baby girl in the mirror. i love to use my hands to map out it's geography while i'm soaking in the tub - exploring the peaks and valleys of flesh, hair, and muscle of it. it's created so symmetric and not, yet still so perfect. i love how my pussy looks when i dress it up in panties. i love to caress it gently, lovingly... not necessarily for my own personal pleasure. but to show it love, admiration, respect. for i recognize it's power. your power as a woman. my power as a woman (and i love it!).
pussy is power. power to create life, so perfect. to captivate lovers. to mystify haters. to cause the deepest of pain. to give immeasurable pleasure. and there's so much more( i'll leave that to the eloquent writers in this group!)....
isn't pussy wonderful. yes. pussy. your pussy and mine. and i just love it!
be well :)
ptb
i love being a woman. women have pussy's. vagina's. poonanies. coochies. vajayjay's. baby girls (as my daddy use to call it). i don't care what it's called really. i just love mine. i love how my hair grows around it. like a crown really. i love where GOD has positioned it on my body. right in the middle. the center. the heart. there's no life if there's no heart beating inside. my pussy is life. and damn do i love my life!
i love to get dressed up to the nines... hair. makeup. a baaad ass dress and even badder shoes. and of course pussy is dressed to impress as well. amazing is how i feel. and i feel it in my pussy too. yes, i do. for me, there's a strength, i feel, that emanates from it too. even more so when i'm really feeling all that i am as a woman (not just because i'm wearing a pretty dress, even though that helps!). no, see, i feel it particularly when when i'm standing in front of an audience to give a speech. or when i'm being a mommy to my ladybug. or when i am lovin my man. i am princess tinybutt. i am a woman. intelligent. vulnerable. confident. tender. soft. strong.
i love to look at baby girl in the mirror. i love to use my hands to map out it's geography while i'm soaking in the tub - exploring the peaks and valleys of flesh, hair, and muscle of it. it's created so symmetric and not, yet still so perfect. i love how my pussy looks when i dress it up in panties. i love to caress it gently, lovingly... not necessarily for my own personal pleasure. but to show it love, admiration, respect. for i recognize it's power. your power as a woman. my power as a woman (and i love it!).
pussy is power. power to create life, so perfect. to captivate lovers. to mystify haters. to cause the deepest of pain. to give immeasurable pleasure. and there's so much more( i'll leave that to the eloquent writers in this group!)....
isn't pussy wonderful. yes. pussy. your pussy and mine. and i just love it!
be well :)
ptb
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY...BUT WHY?
I recognize that this word PUSSY can be offensive to many people, women and men alike. But not to me and not to the Women who accepted the invitation to post here. You see, the word only has power if we give it power. I say we give PUSSY power to unite and heal. Rather than tear down and insult.
So do me a favor. Stand alone someplace where no one can hear you and repeat after me: PUSSY, pussy, PUSSY, pussy, PUSSY. Yes, the more you say it the sillier it becomes and the less threatening. It's OK, you can say and say it with a smile!
It is my intention to take back this word and give it new Power. Keep it sexy, keep it hot, but keep it cool and oh so nasty.
We will share our stories and your stories. We will share health information and woman centered information. We will do our best to not just TALK PUSSY but WALK PUSSY!
Stop in and check us. POWER TO THE PUSSY!
So do me a favor. Stand alone someplace where no one can hear you and repeat after me: PUSSY, pussy, PUSSY, pussy, PUSSY. Yes, the more you say it the sillier it becomes and the less threatening. It's OK, you can say and say it with a smile!
It is my intention to take back this word and give it new Power. Keep it sexy, keep it hot, but keep it cool and oh so nasty.
We will share our stories and your stories. We will share health information and woman centered information. We will do our best to not just TALK PUSSY but WALK PUSSY!
Stop in and check us. POWER TO THE PUSSY!
Saturday, May 24, 2008
LoveBabz said: Just Do It & It Got Done!
The simple "blog" conversation led to The Pussy Chats!
Check out LoveBabz's Post that started this all!
Sistahs, You are all invited to join in and share your Pussy Tales, wonderings, discoveries, etc. This is a safe haven where we can wonder as we wander through this life as keepers of the coveted pussy. Send an email to: capcity4@yahoo.com -or- lovebabz@gmail.com and an invitation will be sent!
Brothers, U are also invited to post your Pussy Praises & learning Tales, join in the discussions and listen as we Sistahs work this out!
Here's to continuing & extending the Healing that LoveBabz says the Blogging Community is famous for!
Check out LoveBabz's Post that started this all!
Sistahs, You are all invited to join in and share your Pussy Tales, wonderings, discoveries, etc. This is a safe haven where we can wonder as we wander through this life as keepers of the coveted pussy. Send an email to: capcity4@yahoo.com -or- lovebabz@gmail.com and an invitation will be sent!
Brothers, U are also invited to post your Pussy Praises & learning Tales, join in the discussions and listen as we Sistahs work this out!
Here's to continuing & extending the Healing that LoveBabz says the Blogging Community is famous for!
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OOOO I am telling yo mama! to join and and lets talk PUSSY!
Capcity is amazing, the creativity this Sister has is amazing. But when I said I wanted to do the Vagina Monologues---in my 1000 Things I want to Do before I Die, she said we should do it online and then the discussion just blossomed!
Join US as we talk and chat and laugh and sing about the glorious PUSSY!