Darling,

240 years ago, a gaggle of American women living in Boston started a revolution.
Pissed off at the ever-increasing price of tea, they called a huddle with all their girlfriends, and got their men into action.
The plan? Throw all the tea in town into the Boston Harbor.
Who could blame them? A girl’s gotta have her tea.
The American Revolution followed.
And July 4, 1776, our country was born.

There is no force on earth more powerful than a woman’s desire.
This year’s fireworks are in celebration of Desire.

Know this: when you see those pyrotechnics dancing through the sky, it was the desire of a woman that led to the existence of this glorious country.
Your desires are that powerful.
You are that magnificent.
Your voice—that essential.
Your dreams are precisely that worthy of celebration and fulfillment.
Know that every firework that you see, honors you.
Take it in Sisters, you are the stuff that a revolution is made of.
A Pleasure Revolution.
And if you have a friend who thinks she’s barely even a sparkler, send her this blog to remind her of her magnificence…

Baby, you’re a FIREWORK…

With so much love and pleasure,
Mama Gena

P.S. Post all your Pleasure Revolutionary desires here in the comments, so we can celebrate YOU!