I had this incredible experience a couple of weeks ago.
I got to totally see myself from the other side.
Kind of like that moment in It’s a Wonderful Life when the angel gives George a tour of what life would have been like without him. (If you haven’t seen this movie, you will have a chance to very soon. It plays on TV every two hours, round the clock around Christmas and it will immediately become a favorite.)
The angel, in this case, was Carli McKinney, a Mastery grad from 2019. She invited me to the Pinterest women’s conference in San Francisco, where I got to hear lots of amazing speakers and meet some incredible women. The cherry on top was after the conference, itself, when she took me to a bi-monthly gathering at Verve Wellness to meet a group of women who have either graduated from my classes, or read my book, Pussy: A Reclamation. I walked into a room filled with dancing sisters, and nearly burst into tears.
What I saw was the culmination of a dream I’d had over 15 years ago, from the time I wrote my first book, Mama Gena’s School of Womanly Arts.
I had a dream of sisterhood. A dream of women setting themselves free by connecting to their power source: Pussy.
I had a dream of women accessing the support they needed and deserved in a community of practice. I had a dream of communities built where every woman was welcome: young, old, gay, straight, bi, and trans women, of every culture, every background, every socioeconomic level. I had a dream of women mentoring each other, supporting each other, showing up for one another, powered by pussy.
The wounds on the bodies and souls of women are strangely similar to the wounds we see now, on our mother earth. There is no separation between us. Our earth is carved, burned, and cut in the same way that women are carved, burned, and cut. It’s amazing to see the parallel – women are battling their weight, dieting, stripping layers, or surgically altering their bodies to fit a standard. The planet is being stripped of natural resources at an astonishing pace. There are divisions between cultures and classes that continue to expand.
And while we are unable to instantly stop the devastation that is happening to our planet, as a result of industry, we can stop the devastation to our bodies and ourselves.
But through sisterhood.
And here, in this room of women, I was seeing it and experiencing it, firsthand.
First we danced and flirted.
Then, we swamped, powerfully. In a few short seconds, with a music change, women were free to express all their dark emotions through their bodies and voices. It felt as cleansing as a rainstorm on a hot summer day.
The next song was sexy, grounding us right back into our bodies.
We shared brags, gratitudes, and most importantly, desires.
After a long day at the conference, this gathering was exactly what I needed. Exactly what every woman in that room needed. We were witnessing each other, without judgment. No coaching. Just practices that allowed for full expression, and deep connection.
The very same evening, there was a seperate group gathering in NYC, that came together to create Desire Boards. And still another group in Baltimore that meets monthly. And last weekend, a different gang of sisters met up in Central Park. I know there are even more groups, some that have been meeting for over a decade.
What would happen if we had a world full of women who were completely and totally fed?
A world of women who found that there was a stream of endless natural resources, within themselves, when completely supported by a community of sisterhood?
Receiving the support of sisterhood is not easy.
Women were taught that they can not trust women.
And we believed it because we were also taught we can not trust ourselves.
What if we can trust ourselves?
What if we are the oracle we have been waiting for?
What if we’ve had the keys to the Queendom all along?
With so much love and pleasure,
Regena Thomashauer, aka “Mama Gena”
The School of Womanly Arts
Regena is a feminist icon, a teacher, a speaker, a mother, a best-selling author, and creatrix and CEO of The School of Womanly Arts.