Revolution as a Party | Mama Gena Moments

July 12th, 2004

Darlings!

So, I am writing to you from the same purple beach chair in which I wrote Mama Gena's School of Womanly Arts only 3 years ago, soaking in the salt air and reflecting on the state of the Pleasure Revolution. Every pore of my being is grateful at the ocean.

And I think the biggest consequence of the Pleasure Revolution for me, personally, has been that I am learning to bring "Ocean Gratitude" to every facet of my life, my day, my experience. I guess that is why my soul wanted to write by the ocean: to give old hard-headed Mama a jumpstart in gratitude.

I am fresh back from my book tour stops in Richmond and Arlington, where I had an experience that rocked my world. In all my travels, to date, there have been the odd gangs of Sister Goddesses, hither and yon, circulating their juice and elevating everyone. But I have never yet had the experience of organized, aligned Sister Goddesses, joining forces and going higher, until Richmond.

Richmond, to set the stage, is the true South: it feels pre-Civil War all over. The hotel I stayed in looked like a cross between Tara and the Addams Family Mansion. I received an immediate upgrade because the Liberian bell clerk, a descendant of Harriet Tubman and the grandson of the President of Liberia, is a Madonna fan and was wooed by the concert t-shirt I was wearing from her show the night before.

My escort took me to the town of Richmond, which is all tiny shops with gas lamps and cobblestones, and I saw a large orange sign attached to a pub, announcing, "Live Author Appearance Tonite!" Hmmm.

I go to the bookstore to find a gang of Bookstore Goddesses who discovered my work a few months ago, and have been quietly, and not so quietly, revolutionizing the way they do business, flirt, lead their lives, conjure and ask for what they want.

They have revolutionized their lives.

It turns out that they decided that the book store might not be able to hold the crowd they were conjuring, so they flirted with the luscious pub owner from down the street, who agreed to let us use his lovely establishment for the signing.

The Bookstore Goddesses, and Mama in her Manolos, skipped up the cobblestones to The Richbrau Pub. We enter through the bar, up the stairs, through the smoke-filled pool hall, past the brewery and into a huge two-level nightclub space which was packed with two or three hundred people. I sashayed up to that microphone and gave it right on up to the men and women of Richmond, and, perhaps infused with a bit of the inner juice Madonna had awed me with the previous night, I felt like a full-fledged rock star.

I feel like I caught wind of our future in Virginia, our future as a growing community of Sister Goddesses, aligned with the vision of spreading pleasure to more and more of our friends and families and workplaces and towns and cities and countries.

These Sister Goddesses in Richmond aligned to create an opening for hundreds of men and women to say 'yes' to pleasure. They took me higher than I could have imagined on my own. And that is where the power of this revolution lives—in our unity. It has the power to haul each of us through to our dreams and desires, despite our egos, despite our resistances, despite our opinion of our own worthiness. I am so deeply grateful to these women.

The next night, at the Arlington book signing, I met a marvelous Sister Goddess Revolutionary, who is the main troublemaker for her gang of Goddesses. This year, in Mama's honor, she created a July 4th celebration called "Sexual Independence Day." She invited all her friends, plus a lot of guys from the military base, who all brought food, sex books, flowers and a huge appetite to have a divine time! I love, love, love the idea of Sexual Independence Day parties, all around this country.

As long as we are having a revolution, we may as well have a party! Go get yourself some fireworks today.

And remember, Mama loves you!!

Yours in gratitude,
Mama Gena

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