Sister Goddess Brags | Mama Gena Moments
December 29th, 2005
Darlings!
So, I am sitting in front of my 6am fire, the kid is still sleeping, as we trudge through the last gasp of the holidays, and I glance at my emails. And suddenly I am no longer a mom, a teacher, a babe about town, exhausted, fabulous, petty, short tempered, whatever—I am transported by what you are. I am transported by what we have all created this year, in this Sister Goddess Community, with this Pleasure Revolution.
Come, come, sit by my side, take a peek at the genius of our Sister Goddesses in all their blazing glory...
From North Carolina...
So, it's Christmas Eve, and my husband and I are going to the traditional midnight church service with my parents. This requires dressing up in our finest church-going finery. For the first time in a month, I root through some boxes of clothes to discover that I have gained some weight in the past month and my fancy clothes feel tight, restrictive and uncomfortable. Outfit one, outfit two, outfit three, all present the same problem. I do not feel goddessly at all.
Here comes the U-turn. It's major!!! In the past, I would have launched into an intense self-loathing session, made myself miserable and ruined my evening by dwelling in my self-made, self-conscious hell. Here is what I did instead:
1. I thanked my body for doing exactly what it is supposed to do. How lucky am I that my body functions so well that when I eat extra calories it preserves them for future use and when I eat less calories it uses them up and lets them go? That is what a healthy body does, and I am healthy. Praise be to goddess for that!
2. I put on my sexiest black demitasse bra, black lace thong, black thigh-highs and patent leather Italian-made heels. I made sure my husband (who always approves and appreciates my body, especially at its most voluptuous) saw me in this state.
3. Him: (eyes bugging out of his head): Wow! What are you doing? Me: I'm getting ready for church. This is what I'm wearing under my outfit. Him (coming over to caress me): Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow! Is this a gift for me? I want to make love to you after church. How about a quick apperitif (French for appetizer) now?
And in Columbus, Ohio....
Greetings goddesses! I have a few more Christmas brags to share with you! I brag I did spend early Christmas afternoon doing a lovely visiting dignitary for myself! I lit candles, put on some nice music, laid myself down on fresh sheets and spent the time loving my own touch, feel, texture and breath! I looked so beautiful naked in the mirror afterward! I brag I wanted a sexy Christmas and I got it!
And from Staten Island.....
I can't believe what happened Christmas Eve... Huggable Hubby and I decided to give some gifts to each other before others arrived. The gift he gave me was a TIARA!!!! He told me that he was wrong about the restaurant incident (when he told me NOT to wear my tiara because he didn't think the fattest person in the room should draw that much attention to herself....) He told me I was a Goddess and every Goddess should have a tiara. He told me I was beautiful and that he wanted me to wear the tiara on New Year’s Eve. I still can't believe it! Talk about ADVANCED MAN TRAINING!!!!
From Brooklyn....
the doors to the wider Community of Sisterhood begins to open…I brag that while waiting on line at the post office, I listened in on the conversation the young woman in front of me was having with the shipping clerk. This young woman, a student, was sending Christmas presents home to her family in Puerto Rico.
Much to her dismay, the cost of shipping was more money than she had. I brag that without a moment's hesitation, I whipped out my credit card and asked the clerk to take care of it. I brag the clerk took the card and with a look of disbelief asked, "Are you sure?' "Never been surer," was my reply. I brag that when the young woman asked "Why?" in true Goddess fashion I smiled and said "On account of because." I brag the young woman hugged me, thanked me profusely and as she turned around to leave said, "I'll pay it forward."
And from New York City, the Sisterhood extends wider still....
It has always been a dream of mine to work with young people. Since I worked with those beautiful children in the inner-city schools in Las Vegas ten years ago, I've had an insatiable desire to reach out to these kids—at a time when they are so vulnerable and impressionable. I have witnessed how spirits can be so damaged at that critical time.
I mentioned to you the night we met about my effort—two years ago at a friend's dance studio—to touch these girls the way you touched me. Last week, I was talking with many of the same girls about my desire to reach out further and we talked for the duration of the tap class! After class, one of the girls I affectionately refer to as "my Sasha" came up to me after class and told me she had to write a paper for school and that I was in it. She wanted to know if she could email it to me.
I wanted to share Sasha's essay with you:
“Most teenage girls spend a ridiculous amount of time in front of their mirrors, loathing their every flaw, wishing they possessed someone else's appearance—and I used to be one of those girls. My legs were too long, my elbows were too bony and my nose was too wide. Noticing the positive aspects of my body wasn't an option. The self-insults never stopped.
Two years ago, my dance teacher went to Florida so a friend of hers came to teach our dance classes. The friend, Jenn Sagan, a former Radio City Rockette, literally opened up a new world to me. She constantly told us how beautiful we were and what wonderful dancers we were. Whenever we weren't doing our best, she'd advise us to "find the joy" in the things we did, because there was a positive part of everything, and if we could just locate it, we could love whatever we were doing. She'd also urge us to "own our beauty." By this, she meant that we were all beautiful, and if we could just find our beauty—wherever it was—hold on to it, and radiate it, we could like ourselves and be confident people. While Jenn was at the studio, I found myself smiling for no reason. Her presence absolutely thrilled me. At the end of class, we would sit down on the floor and Jenn would make us all brag about ourselves. She must have known that this would boost the confidence of shy girls like me. It must have worked, since she changed my outlook on basically everything.
Here's a cliché to think about: everyone is beautiful. However, most people are too concentrated on improving their appearance to realize the good things that already exist. Legs, elbows, noses, and pores come in limitless shapes and sizes. However, if we could all search ourselves, and find what makes us beautiful, whether it is a pair of shimmering green eyes, a sense of humor, or honesty, we may be able to step away from our mirrors for a minute and feel secure with what we already have.
I no longer envy my friends. I have become Sasha. By no means am I calling myself the prettiest girl in the world, because there is no such thing. Nevertheless, deep inside me, I know that I have changed drastically from the timid 14 year old I was when I began my high school career.”
Breathtaking, no? See what I mean? It is a time to celebrate. To appreciate. To notice all that YOU have accomplished in your own personal Pleasure Revolution, and what we have each accomplished as an International Community of Sister Goddesses, committed to going higher and taking everyone else higher because of our joy, our pleasure, our desire.
Let's all take a moment to enjoy now and look forward to what's next, as we approach this New Moon, this New Year, in this extraordinary Community of Sister Goddesses and the men we love.
With Gratitude and Pleasure,
Mama Gena
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