The Lost Art of Womanhood
By Lisa Corrine (Mistress Babylon)
“There was indeed a time when women in Satanism were proud to be women and knew the power that their femininity held, and that they could call upon as another tool in both lesser magic and life itself” Jake Block, Bloodless Coup
It is with but a mere touch of unadorned humor that I entertain a disturbing muse that wonders what happened to the precious and exclusive aspects that define womanhood? What happened to her sense of self, sexuality, eroticism, her sureness and pride in choices made? Sadly, a fleeting image reveals a Maid, Mother and Crone at the Cauldron, stirring a bland and murky brew that feeds the Ewes their daily dose of banality and submission of imposed restrictions. Indeed, united they are behind the grotesque mask of intended solidarity.
The “Art of Womanhood” is rapidly becoming a lost art. The joys of it, including sexuality, independence, and mode of thought are a current and an apparent disturbing crime by the hands of those who chose to lounge in the “Safe Rooms”, crayons and bubbles at hand, by those who choose to define a glance of appreciation as rape, an unintended touch an assault.
“Women’s desire — its inherent range and innate power — is an underestimated and constrained force, even in our times, when all can seem so sexually inundated, so far beyond restriction. Despite the notions our culture continues to imbue, this force is not, for the most part, sparked or sustained by emotional intimacy and safety. In fact one of our most comforting assumptions, soothing perhaps above all to men but clung to by both sexes, is that the female eros is much better made for monogamy than the male libido, is scarcely more than a fairy tale.”- Daniel Bergner, Journalist, Author of “What Do Women Want?: Adventures in the Science of Female Desire”
Toughen up Ladies. Displays of weakness and denial under the rotting guise of “Feminism”, the guerilla club, only further erodes and mocks the foundation of “choice and/or rights” under the Suffragette and Women’s Movement.
The myriad of unique attributes and verdure that is a woman is being suffocated at the hands of her own kind and risks being little more than a memory deeply buried and sheltered in a well guarded social tomb by a faceless she-soldier. Self-fear, a weak ego, and a comfort in herd mentality pave the way as the “right way”, and becoming what you hate, the new ideal.