I’ve been thinking about the cultural fear of a “loose” vagina. And how much of myself I didn’t know I had LOST in my avoidance of LOOSE. .... the word that conjures images of threadbare socks and prolapsed organs. Lifeless. Used up. Yesterdays news. The fear of every woman. And apparently, the inevitable future for us all unless we chase that golden TIGHT PUSSY! (The thing we’re all meant to want, right?) Be a good girl and CLENCH! But, the opposite of a tight pussy … is not loose. Its alive. Its open Its wet. Its integral and full of sensation and gushing with self-lubrication Its responsiveness. Its multiple orgasms. You see, They want women tight. Tight with money words hunger our pussies our bellies our dreams out power But what if we went w i d e? I signed up for Well F**cked Woman on the shaky hope that my places of stuff, numb, tightness, could maybeeee come back to life. I was in it for the sx. What I had NOO idea about is how much energy, how much creativity, how much of ME, would open alongside the org@sms.
I've shared about this journey at length here:
Well F**cked Woman is currently open for its once a year enrolment, feel free to reach out if you have questions xx
Lots of love!
Freya