We are the goddess

There was a time when female deities were worshipped as part of a mainstream religious practices. In parallel, and in intrinsically linked to this, women themselves were valued holistically. The very concept of being physically able to birth and nurture a child, was once reverred. Feminity was not fetishised but viewed with wonder and joy. In the past, a woman's beauty was not reduced to her sexual function. Nor considered in terms of her comparibility to an idealised image in the media, which is an impossible and false aim because no one actually looks like that.


There are men who would simultaneously expect physical ‘perfection’ but would recoil at the level of intervention required to achieve this ‘perfection’. Some men, believe every woman should have flawless skin, full lips, long curly lashes, high cheek bones, able to eat half a pizza but look like they only chew on lettuce leaves. Imperfect women should not exist - think these men. Sadly some women think this too. They think this without realising that idea of flawless has been painted onto our psyches through our interaction with the social world.


Beauty is just a construct. The elements that create it change over time, vary culturally and exist in the mind of the beholder. Obviously people ought to be healthy - both physically and mentally. Healthiness is always a good thing but health should not be confused with painted beauty. Trying to align one’s sense of self with an unreachable ideal is folly. We should love, nay, we should adore ourselves exactly as we are right now.


With these facts in mind, coming up is a link to some wonderful reading. We should view ourselves as goddesses. Not as a being whose aesthetic perfection is based on current forms but as the goddess within. Women ought to be sexual beings, who are completely present during sex. Moreover, we should love our bodies and ourselves.


Enjoy: http://www.elephantjournal.com/2017/01/four-ways-to-embrace-our-sexuality-fck-like-a-goddess-adult/


Wise words indeed, so wise, they inspired this blog post.





Yours,




The RGF xx

Crickey: Pump up the jam

Take a look at @QueensChristine's Tweet: https://twitter.com/QueensChristine/status/661619208451571712?s=09

Tilted

I'm moderately obsessed with this track.

Endless Tuesday?

Today my blog is my diary. A virtual diary of Hazel. No lock. No key. Just a public record on a server somewhere. Essentially, it's always this but sometimes I imagine it's transactional. Sometimes I talk to the idea of a reader.

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Every time someone asks me about Tuesday. As in, how's your Tuesday, I think "it's endless". Tuesday is endless.  I know exactly why I think that but I'm not going to explain it because I'm not imagining a reader.

Tuesday is not endless. It could be the worst Tuesday ever but it will end eventually because everything does. However, there is a vagueness to Tuesday, unfelt on other days. It's a sort of non day. Unless we suspend the very notion of a calendared measurement of time, then Tuesday is not Tuesday. It's just time passing.

I wish to dissociative myself from thoughts of an endless Tuesday. I'd take a wretched Wednesday or a frantic Friday. I'd even give due consideration to "just another manic Monday" but Tuesday can take its' frankly pointless perpetual motion and exit stage left.

Until further notice (to myself because this is a 'dear diary' entry), Tuesday will be known as Irrelevant Tuesday. Its' *endlessness* has ended.

One

"Are you irrelevant? You're falling to pieces.


How do you become one again?


Are you an elephant? You crush me to pieces.


How do you do?"


xx Biffy Clyro xx

Somewhere between

Grimes epidemic

As I listened to Grimes via the ways of the mighty earphones - it takes every ounce of willpower and social appropriateness I posses not to dance like a crazy person in public.

Damn her music is infectious. When she sings directly into me, she reaches epedemic levels. Thus, I have devised a dance which takes place hidden in the dance floor of my shoe.

Xx