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Coochie? Cupcake? Tutu? “Down There”?

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Think about it for a sec.
When you were growing up, what did your ‘bits and pieces’ get called?
Can you remember?

This might seem like a frivolous question at first.
But hang in there with me.

At the beginning of Mastery, our foundational course at the School, I will ask this exact question to the several hundred women in the room. And I get a parade of colloquialisms that would amaze and astonish.

The most amazing and astonishing thing is that these words really have nothing in common with one another, even though theoretically, they are describing the exact same thing.

Here are just a few – but believe me, this list goes on and on:

Snickers, Snatch, Wickie, Cuckoo, Privates, Down There, Pooter, Pee Wee, the Fine China, Name and Address, Venus, Noonie, Miss Kitty, Purse, Pooh Bear, Kootchie, Poon Poon, Flower.
And one of my favorites? Walter Winchell.

Those who were taught a more direct word were often taught to call it a clinical term that is also physiologically incorrect.

Crazy, right?

But then, there is one thing even more crazy.
Over half of the thousands of women that I have asked tell me that hers got called absolutely nothing.  
No name.
Not spoken.
Nothing.

How is that possible that we all conspire to overlook the heartbeat of that which is most essentially feminine about us?
The seat of creative power?
The source of all human life?
And there is no name.

Shocking, right? This is just one symptom of the collective state of woman, which inspired me to write my brand new book.

We can learn just as much about a culture from what it’s missing as from what it embraces. 

One of the greatest pieces of unconscious conditioning we have in our Western culture is that we do not teach our children the name of the source of our feminine power.

Meanwhile, boys are raised differently. They know they have a head, shoulders, knees, toes, and a p*nis.

Girls get taught about the head, shoulders, knees, and toes, but they get nothing consistent to describe what is between their legs. 

Why is this such a big deal? 

When you don’t name something – you make it unspeakable. A linguistic amputation of the female power source.  

As my dad used to read to us on Friday nights, “In the beginning was the Word.” When there is no word, there is no beginning. 

Think about it: how would you talk about an interconnected global computer network providing information and communication facilities via standard technological protocols if you did not have the word ‘Internet’? 

When we have no common language to describe that which is most essentially feminine about us, we have no way to locate and own our power as women. 

And when a girl doesn’t learn to own her power, someone else will.
Girls aren’t encouraged to explore their own bodies, so when they become sexually active, it’s no wonder so many of us behave as receptacles or sex objects for the boys.

When you don’t even have a way to even speak about your own sensuality, you don’t think you have a right to own your own body.

As I look around the world of women, it seems as if our lights are off. We are turned off, like a light switch. The bulb is in there, but it sure isn’t lit up. And it is no wonder. We have never had access to our own power source, because we were never even given its name.

It’s time for every woman to awaken to her true power.
We need to apprehend and reclaim our power seat, our life force. We need to turn our lights back on, access our inherent radiance, our sensual brilliance, our emotional truth.
We need to plug into our inherent feminine power.

If you agree, if you’re curious, if you’re triggered, if you are intrigued, I hope you’ll check out my new book (+ get access to the truly amazing thank you gifts I created for everyone who pre-orders)

Meanwhile, in the comments below – let me know what yours got called?
And how did that impact your life?
Your sex life?

All my love,
Regena_grey_sg190

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  • MK February 6, 2017, 2:12 am

    Nothing. I don’t recall hearing aloud any word for girl or boy parts. In my house, sexuality didn’t exist. My efforts to explore my childish sensuality met with disapproval. As if I’d been caught shoplifting.
    I was lucky. Two outrageous sister goddesses broke me out while I was still a teenager. Any happiness I have with sexuality is mostly due to their friendship.
    But I thought I could only be sexy when I was pretty, so getting older took away my sensuality. Maybe I’ll rediscover it?

  • Jenny September 18, 2016, 3:11 pm

    Thanks for this important discussion! Mine had no name and I even wasn’t instructed to wash me “down there”. Often I felt ashamed of it. My sex life was very poor. Now (in my sixties!!) I finally woke up and I wish I had the knowledge about the female power decades earlier so my life would have been a lot more happier! But I decided to make the rest of my life the best of my life (Louise Hay).
    Jenny from Germany

  • JeannieRose September 10, 2016, 7:09 am

    I was lucky to have a wonderful first lover who was entranced by my “honeypot,” but growing up we used clinical terms. My mom was trained as a nurse, so this was more about common sense for her than girl power. Now I call her The Cat and, not only do I treat her with great love and respect, I expect others to do the same. I realize now, on reading these comments, that I’m one of the lucky ones. Thanks for your amazing work!

    –jeannie

  • Anoek van Praag September 9, 2016, 5:40 pm

    Mine was not called, named, indicated nothing nothing
    I became numb, did hard drugs, tried to kill myself a few times and finally got married to a man for 30 years, who did not touch me for 25 of those years.
    I discovered tantra 5years ago which was my first wake up call. I had a body! And began to like, love it.
    Just recently I stumbled into OM and now I have a clot and a vagina. I am constantly turned on but completely at a loss what to do about it. I am single and very single at that
    Feeling turned on becomes uncomfortable after a while, so I am forever at the threshold of freezing up again
    Any advice anyone?
    with love to all the pussy lovers!!

  • Lori September 9, 2016, 3:38 pm

    I am the oldest of three girls and it was called all sorts of things. My step-mother believed that women were stronger than men and we were raised to seek out men worthy of us. But what our pussies were called was always a nickname. When my brother was born (I was 12), I remember being somewhat resentful of the fact that his ‘parts’ were called what they were: a penis and scrotum. But why? Why did we have all these silly names? It wasn’t until I lived in Italy and learned Italian as a teenager that I adopted their ‘clinical’ word for a pussy: putenda. It worked for me. When I had my daughter, this is what we called it. She has now – at the age of 9 – adopted her own words for it: vagina, putenda, vulva. It IS the source of our power. The pussy makes us the magical beings we are.

  • Heather September 9, 2016, 3:28 pm

    Until relatively recently, I’d forgotten what my mom called my genitals when I was a kid. My sister and I had a “morning”??! More uncomfortable to share is that mom would also call our genitals, “stink meat”. In retrospect, it probably explains a lot about my attitude toward my body, my femininity and sex. Yes? No?
    My brother had a “peanut stick”. Thank goodness for therapy and a sense of humour!

  • Terri September 8, 2016, 1:17 pm

    My partner calls it a cooter? I hate it. When I was young I belong to the no-name category being raised by a single dad and two older brothers.

  • SG Laura Marie September 7, 2016, 2:07 pm

    We called it a “peachka”.
    ????
    Funny to see it written.

  • Laurie September 7, 2016, 2:11 am

    I was an only child and the word I was told & grew up using was “Iggy”. My mom rarely used that-or any-word, so I believe it was my dad who coined it. As I became an adult, I most often referred to it as “down there”. As mom to a girl & a boy, I always used “vagina” & “penis” with them, from the beginning. And now, finally, at 56, I proudly proclaim “MY PUSSY”! (or sometimes the more playful term “Kitty” or “Va-JJ” ala Oprah, lol!)

  • Rain Mirassou Rawl September 6, 2016, 10:14 pm

    My family used anatomical terms, penis and vagina, I did not even encounter the word vulva till I started to read about sexuality when I was a teen.
    When we were very small there were girl bottoms and boy bottoms.
    My mother was very disturbed about small neighbor girls playing with themselves in public, and she made sure to lecture me on the nastiness of playing with ones self.
    I remember when I finally discovered the delight of self discovery it became a secret obsession, always in the back of my mind, in my dreams and never, ever spoken to anyone. I am astonished when I see women who feel that their female plumbing is powerful and sacred. I have always only felt that it is neither more nor less than my feet for instance, but definitely less than my hands which are necessary for work.

  • Chere September 6, 2016, 7:02 pm

    ‘Oi-yo’
    I have never heard anyone else call it that but my grandmother was a Volga German from Russia so I wonder if it’s low German slang?

  • Julia September 6, 2016, 5:06 pm

    When I was a child I was taught to call it a ‘dollybox’. I’ve never heard anyone else call it that. I think its quaint. My Mom had very old fashioned ideas about it. She wouldn’t let us learn to ride a bicycle as it would mean exposing ourselves – I kid you not – this was in the 70’s. My 9 year old calls it her fanny as we are in the UK and that is what is here. She quite positive about it and asks me questions which I answer as best as I can, without any drama. We’ve talked about periods and the differences between boys and girls and she as prepared as she can be. She is a bit of a tomboy and sometimes gets mistaken for a boy as she likes to wear boys clothes but she enjoys tricking people and likes being a bit mysterious. Sometimes I worry but mostly I affirm her right to determine her sexuality and to work it out as she goes along. We are both getting the benefit of all the learning I’m doing right now and my journey to embrace that part of me. I’ve been celibate for 10 years and I’m just beginning to think about how I get back out there and do it in a fun, celebratory way rather than previously. I’m sure your book will help so I’m gonna get it! Thanks Mama Gena xx Love from London UK.

  • Michelle September 6, 2016, 3:08 pm

    Well it was certainly preferred to call it nothing at all. When absolutely necessary for health reasons, it could be referred to as my “parts” or “down there”. Bathing, however, apparently deserved special instruction as I was told to wash down as far as “possible” and up as far as “possible” and then wash “possible”. When I married my first husband, he called it Sally Ann, which is what his grandmother had called it. Even now at 61 I am profoundly uncomfortable with either anatomical terms or slang. I end up making up nonsensical nicknames for my own body. Sad.

  • Brett Jenae September 6, 2016, 2:57 pm

    When I was young, my dad referred to my Pussy as my “teenie” and my mother didn’t call it anything, although I remember being slapped for having my hands anywhere near it. I remember a time when I had my hand in my panties (I think I was four) and she yanked it out and shoved it in my face and said “Do you like that!? Having dirty smelly hands? You’re gross.” Needless to say, I grew up more than ashamed of my sex and sensuality, that which is the most innate and real and true thing I have found and felt within myself to date. I have Mama G to thank for a good deal of that. Truly the Mama I never had. Thank you, Mama! – TrulyB

  • Evonne Tocco September 6, 2016, 2:38 pm

    growing up we called it Tuschie, a word we adopted from my jewish neighbors. Thank you once again for stating the obvious. I’m realizing I’m doing the same thing with my daughter, making the pussy unknowable. Its habit. How do I change it? Start using the word pussy? I’m in the dark here.

    • mama gena September 7, 2016, 1:01 pm

      hi evonne-
      thanks for asking. fantastic question!!
      the word i used with my daughter when she was little was a vulva. she knew where her clitoris was by the time she was 2. we took baths together, so as the questions came up, it was easy to answer her. pussy is more of a ‘big girl’ word. 🙂
      xo
      mg

  • Deborah September 6, 2016, 2:32 pm

    I drew a blank for about 5 minutes and then remembered. I was taught to call at my wee wee. And the interesting thing in my family was the penises had the same name … it was the thing you peed with … Goddess forbid we actually talk about anything more pleasurable that goes on down there …..

  • Daphne September 6, 2016, 1:25 pm

    “Down there”, very vague. I remember when I started menstruating my mom said don’t let anyone one touch down there. She didn’t actually point directly at the exact spot but I figured where I am bleeding.

  • Ceri September 6, 2016, 1:16 pm

    It had no name, interestingly I really don’t feel integrated with my sexuality either. I don’t have a sex life and not much sensation ,almost like my mind doesn’t even acknowledge the rest of my body. I’m nearly 40. As a child my brother sexualy harrased me as he hit puberty. I was a few years younger. And my father would degrade me as I grew out of childhood. The women in my family did not have any personal power, they also seemed very disconnected from their bodies and theythey had no idea how to connect with me. Once I saw a portrait of a grandmother sitting naked with her pregnant granddaughter. I was overwhelmed with grief when I saw it. Almost like a mourning. Its been a difficult journey to mature alone. Sometimes I think to myself that I wish I knew how to be a woman, I wish I could feel how it is to really be woman!

  • Linmayu September 6, 2016, 1:00 pm

    The word my mother taught me was “kundi.” I’m not sure whether that is the correct Tamil word for that part of the anatomy, nor did I think it was weird at the time that all the other body parts had English names.

    I don’t know, once I learned that the English word was “cunt,” it totally made sense.

    I’ve never had bad sex in my life. However, until recently I believed that my sexuality belonged to men, and had to be “approved” by them to be valid. But I think that was more due to my religious upbringing than anything else. I appreciate having had an actual word to refer to the equipment, I had no idea so many women did not.

  • Karen Fitzgerald September 6, 2016, 12:54 pm

    Mine was a “nothing”, nada, so I got married to a man to treated it like nothing…for 25 years. That said, post divorce, she literally “woke up” on a celibate spiritual journey to India! She let me know she was there, like “Hey there, I’m waking up. Now what do we do?” Months later I was at SWA and life has never been the same. The journey back to her has been slow, but often hilarious. And now, there are men, young and old, knocking at her door! But she is very judicious about who she will invite. The next chapter is looking to be…hmmm…rather interesting, I think:)

  • Trish September 6, 2016, 12:02 pm

    Good morning! You’ve certainly made me think today! I was trying to remember what my “thing” was called growing up and I couldn’t for the life of me remember. Was it “privates”? No, I don’t think so. Was it “down there”? I can’t remember! Until you got to the “nothing”. That struck a chord. I think it was nothing. I think I would remember of it had a name. It wasn’t spoken about. That is so sad, because I realized I never spoke to my own grown daughter about it either.
    How that effected my life?…?
    Oh, I know! I gave my power to every Tom , Dick, and Harry who gave it some sort of value, or so I thought, because I certainly didn’t value it. And neither did they, not really.
    About 14 years ago, I was In Love! I had met the man of my dreams! He was going to be my husband! I knew it in my bones!
    You know the rest, right? It didn’t happen. Everything was fine, nothing out of the ordinary happened. He just disappeared one day, without so much as a fuck you. Just gone. My whole world fell apart. I was completely devastated, but during that time, something happened in my soul. Somehow I realized that my pussy had power. My pussy was more than valuable, it was Sacred! It IS Sacred! But I didn’t know what to do with that knowledge. It’s been a long road, but I made it to your material and I am sooo grateful to you for having the courage to put it all out there, for women like me. We so need you! I started doing some of your practices and experiments and with just a few of them, my life has literally turned around over night. I’m in such gratitude right now, and I want to say Thank You! Thank you, thank you, thank you.

  • Eve September 6, 2016, 11:49 am

    I realize I was never told what I had, just like I was never asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was told boys have penises, little girls don’t. I was not told what I had instead, I was simply informed I was less than. missing something. I remember my younger brothers being asked what they wanted to be when they grew up and me eagerly waiting for them to ask me, but they never did, It was foregone that I would be a good mother and wife. period. So now my name for my precious womanhood, is secret garden. admission allowed only with permission.

  • Catherine September 6, 2016, 11:47 am

    Believe it or not, the front bottom is called the ‘fanny’ in Britain (hence why American ‘fanny packs’ cause such hilarity in this country). I called mine fanny when I was little (this was 40+ years ago) but now days fanny is a very rude sexual word. Now I actually call it pussy (but in a cute funny way rather than a rude way). I encouraged my daughter to give hers a cute name but she insisted on calling it ‘front bottom.’ But at least she has a word to refer to it and knows its not rude/ naughty/ unmentionable.

  • Natalya Crabb September 6, 2016, 11:34 am

    I am lucky enough to have grown up in Russia and we have a name for that body part. I noticed long ago when i started living in England that there is no world in English and i was annoyed by such discrimination.
    I still talk to my kids in Russian so they know how to call it.

  • Colleen September 6, 2016, 11:28 am

    My grandmother referred to our feminine bits as our “pincushion”. My mother never referred to it at all until I started menstruating, then it was your “cockmuffin”. With a name like that and Mom also being bent on us girls being poster Mormon missionary brides, we didnt mention it at all. With all the conflicting messages we were getting about our bodies, sex, sexuality…..no wonder I had, and still have issues.

    • mama gena September 7, 2016, 1:07 pm

      oh my colleen.
      i am so sorry- that must have been so confusing. and very sad.
      you will love my new book. it will allow you to feel free and comfortable in your body.
      xo
      mg

  • Lee-anne September 6, 2016, 11:18 am

    When my cousin, 2 sisters and I were small we weren’t given a name for it, so came up with our own. We called it our ‘front bum’ because it also had a slit and was a vehicle for removing waste from the body. We assumed boys were the same.

    • mama gena September 7, 2016, 1:04 pm

      lee-anne-
      you and your little cousins were quite resourceful!
      xo
      mg

    • Tracey September 7, 2016, 1:59 pm

      Too funny – when my daughter was little (say, 3 or 4) she asked me “why do girls have two butts?” It took me a minute to figure out what she was talking about…

  • Cindy September 6, 2016, 10:46 am

    I grew up with my mom calling it a “Lucy” (I have NO clue why). My mom also called my brother’s penis a “teeny-weeny”. (when he was a young child) It wasn’t until I was almost a teenager that I found out the real names from a set of sex education books my mom got for me.

    • Cindy September 6, 2016, 10:47 am

      I also grew up in a conservative strong Christian home with all the teachings about women. :p

      • mama gena September 7, 2016, 1:03 pm

        i never heard ‘lucy’ before! i will add it to my collection. it was wonderful that your mom gave you some sex ed books. many of us never even got those!
        xo
        mg

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