There is a part of creation that hurts. That could seem humiliating. Or embarrassing.   Creation is … chaotic. Feminine. Co-operating with forces, more than rules. Raw. Risky. Fueled by passion. Making no sense, sometimes. Choosing into a living, breathing truth that may be utterly unrecognizable to others.   I had my ass blown every-which-way-wide open …

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