How the Power of Pussy can Change the World

This one is dedicated to the ladies and any gentlemen who find themselves hopelessly enamored, albeit occasionally confused, by them. (This would be all gentlemen, as every single one of you has a Mother somewhere.)

I found myself reading yet another of Regina Thomashauer's work. For those of us who do not know her yet, she is more affectionately known as Mama Gena, the Diva of Desire. The book I am currently devouring, Mama Gena's School of Womanly Arts, is her seminal volume outlining the lessons and exercises she has created for initiates in her educational program of the same name. What she does and what she is about is an essential element in the foundation of our very existence, The Power of Pussy. The understanding that Women in touch with and dedicated to the fulfillment of their desires is the very first step in our ability to create massive change on a global scale. You may be thinking, "Oh, come now, how can connecting to your Pussy (or the Pussy in your life) solve the world's problems?" Well, this is how its worked for me...

First, I had to admit that I was really, really angry. Not the type of anger that explodes at unpredictable moments. No, it was the smoldering, slow burning kind. The kind that would cause me to internally spit vitriolic replies (only audible on a really bad day) at men who had the audacity to tell me I should smile more often. "Girl, you're so pretty, why don't you smile?" Oh ya? Fuck you buddy, don't tell me what to do! The type of anger that made it impossible for my boyfriend to please me, on more than one occasion. That sort of mad. Anger that was sent, in the blueprints of my cells through my female line, stretching way back in time from Eve and all of my grandmothers on down to me.

Ladies, I know that you know, what I am talking about. This anger takes the form of cynicism in younger women, "I am such a catch! I can't believe I am still single! There are no men worth dating in this town!" It takes the form of righteous indignation in some older women, "They better keep their hands off of my daughters, those perpetrators, all of them!" Some of us even have the, "My Ex husband, your Father or my Father did this to me," story line running our lives. Just pissed off. What's actually good about this is that this anger has lead women into feelings of pride resulting in courage to create changes for the better in our lots in life. Now, little by little reason can begin to enter the picture.

For me this was in the form of intellectual epiphanies. Hold on one second, who am I actually punishing by holding onto all of this? Who is walking down the street with a scowl on her face? Who is keeping every man (even the ones she says she wants to attract) at arms length? Who is continuing the saga of self sabotage even after the "evil" man has left her life? Oh, right, that would be me. Who's in charge of my life? Who gets to decide how I feel? Who walks around with the power of Creation dwelling at the very root of her existence, all day long? Oh right, that would be me... again. Who's actually in charge here? Is it all those blasted men's fault my life is as it is, or is it my responsibility to make me all I can be?

Once I hit Reason the only place to go up to from their, was straight to Love. What I know about Love so far, is that it feels good, really Good. Not like, it felt good at the time, but later I felt awful. I mean good, plain and simple. I was reminded that the best men in my life the ones I love, both family, friends and former lovers, the ones that I feel just plain Good around, all have one thing in common. They are all obsessed with the fulfillment of my pleasure, above all else.

If I can't decide which dessert to get, they order all five. If I try on a dress that I felt stunning in, they make sure it leaves the store with us. If they are feeling down, they buy me flowers. And in the most literal sense finding my pleasure buttons, wherever they are currently hidden all over my body and mind, is hands down one of their favorite games of all time.

So, what if I took charge of this part of my life, my Pleasure, instead of waiting for someone else to do it? Made sure that my desire fulfillment came first and foremost above all else. Could it be, that I would walk down the street smiling for no damn reason at all, other than feeling great? Could it be, that I would then find more and more fabulous men that loved spending their time with me? Could it be, that every time my panties came off I would then be feeling safe, at ease and in my power? Could it be, that my life would start looking like my own fabulous dream? Could it be, that I would have an incandescently sunshiny glow to share with the rest of the world?

Oh my goodness, yes it did! And this ladies and gentlemen, is how I came to realize that the Power of my Pussy could literally change the world.

In many places, not just a few, little girls have their pleasure snatched away from them for the rest of their lives through all sorts of mutilation, both physical and mental. Still, even under those circumstances I hear stories of little Women who through incredible acts of courage save themselves, their sisters and their daughters from these types of horrors. And here I am, living a life where I have the freedom of choice, I have a dizzying array of options. So what will I choose?

I can choose to live a life divorced from my own pleasure, if I want to. I can use pleasure numbing birth control methods, I can hold onto past trauma and pain never getting to know my own body or  I can just stay angry. All of these things being self inflicted mutilation. Or, I could become the fully awakened, enlivened, play filled, succulent and juicy Woman that I am. Since I do have the choice, it is now in my mind, something of a divinely sent mission to explore, know, own and inhabit my Pleasure, my Body and my Desires in every way possible. I can personally bare witness that this, in turn, has a gloriously positive effect on the world around me. Selfishness, violence and depravity cannot coexist with true happiness. In our current world it is not physically possible to do both at the same time. I would much rather live in a world with pleasure as a focus over pain.

I hope you ladies would want to too and get on with finding out about your Pleasure and the Power of your Pussy. And I hope that you gentlemen, get on with encouraging them in every way possible, as the effects of her happiness on your happiness quotient is most assuredly exponential.