A woman who owns her Pu$$y, owns her life. It just cuts like that. Is that a scary thought? A provocative thought? Does it live like truth as you read the words on this screen? Or not? Owning your Pu$$y is a way of saying yes to every single drop of you. Don’t worry. You...

I’ve been doing some celebrating this week.  It’s not all I’ve been doing but it’s what I want to tell you about first. It’s nice to warm things up with a hot brag. My beloved bestseller, Pussy: A Reclamation, came out in paperback and it’s gorgeous!  And on the very first day, you made it one...

If I were to put my finger on your beauty pulse, what would it read? I know that mine runs the gamut, day in and day out. Sometimes I find myself to be an utterly delicious confection, and other days I am rummaging through the back of my psychic closet to find something, anything, to...

I have a question for you. Today is happening. Train has left station. So – What have you done so far today that makes you feel lit up? Happy? Beautiful? Sexy? ALIVE? What have you done to please yourself today? I want to know. So many women I ask this question can’t answer. Maybe you...

Come, let’s talk.  Who is with me on the pissed?  For me these days, it’s the misogyny, racism, and plain vanilla closed-mindedness that makes me want to explode. There are so many good reasons to be mad. What are you angry about, sisters? Self-serving leaders? The oceans filling with plastic? The cost of prescription drugs? So-called “women’s...

Ready for a quick temperature read? I want to know – How’s your sexy doin’ these days? Is she checked in? Or checked out? As I was paging through my notes in preparation for The Womanly Arts Experience (our introductory weekend course, which is coming up in just two weeks, and is almost full!) I...

I’m back with Part 2 of my 4-part series on how to live an extraordinary life as a woman. Last week, we cracked open the topic of emotions. Today, I want to go farther. Because awareness and insight will only get you so far.  Feelings and emotions are not – and cannot be – a...

How many times a day do we guess, then second guess, then third guess, fourth guess, fifth guess ourselves? And when we are not playing second-guessing games, how many of us play equally dangerous games of self-criticism and self-attack? And what does all that guessing do to a woman’s fragrant, vibrant, delicious, intuitive, poetic soul?...

There is a part of me that always wants to be in control, and to know I am “right”.  Oh I just love that feeling.  Maybe love is not the right word. It’s more like validated. By my own little inner taskmistress. I give myself a gold star of rightness that is as satisfying as...

A free woman is a woman who stands in the middle of a thunderstorm of pain and bellows “Bring it on!” to her higher power. A free woman is a woman who grabs her suffering with both hands and rides it like a flying saucer in the snow, down a mountainside. A free woman is...