Posts Tagged ‘Men and women’

Healing The Divine Masculine

 

The Divine Feminine cannot rise up or be fully awakened in women unless The Divine Masculine is healed and awakened within men. The Divine Masculine and The Divine Feminine exist within each of us as archetypes. When we find balance within we begin to create balance outside of ourselves in our daily lives and in all relationships.

Society as a whole; worldwide has suppressed The Divine Masculine by encouraging and shaming men away from their true authentic feelings. Men are shamed away from expressing their feelings and taught to deny their emotions of compassion and empathy or sorrow by those emotions being labeled as weak. When men are brainwashed into believing that their more feminine emotions are weak then society as a whole labels femininity as weak. When the feminine aspects of the soul or psyche are denied and suppressed we see this manifesting into society as the repression of women by men. With the repression of the feminine psyche we have created patriarchal rule. Basically without men being able to freely express their own inner goddess like qualities we have a society that has become highly destructive, violent and brutal.

We talk a lot about feminism and the inequality towards women but until we acknowledge the repression of true masculinity, the macho and destructive, dark shadow of repressed male emotions will continue to wage war outside of it’s self. Macho has become an entity that has taken on a life of it’s own.. it has become the monster outside of men that is the greedy corporations and warring nations. It simply stems back to all of the emotions repressed throughout the decades in each and every individual man.

How do we heal The Masculine? The Divine Masculine, the soul of man will be healed through each man on an individual level. It will be healed by the man who is authentic and truly brave enough to express his emotions, who will not deny or bury his compassion, empathy or sorrow to make other’s in denial of themselves more comfortable. The New Man .. The Divine Man .. redefines bravery as having the courage to feel and to express his feelings freely. The Divine Man will not allow other’s to define him or his emotions as weak, once a man has allowed his own inner goddess to become intimate internally with his inner god he is risen into his Divinity.

The Divine Man or Divine Masculine makes room or makes away for The Divine Feminine to rise up beside him as an equal; he is not threatened by the female power and respects her voice and power rather than repressing her emotions for fear of facing his own.. Because he has no fear of the flow of the feminine energy.. he gives room for authenticity because he is authentic within himself and true to his own Divine Nature.

A women rises into her Divine Feminine by also healing her own inner god or inner masculine by allowing herself to be angry, by not denying her own sexuality or sexual energy as being just as potent and as important as male sexuality. When both sexes heal and entwine the anima and animus within the world will know balance and peace outside of the individual as micro and macro.

Both sexes have the feminine qualities of ( feeling, expression, artistic creation, abstract and flow ) and the masculine qualities of ( action, focus, logic, strategy and organization)

When men heal their Divine Masculine and start to support women on an emotional level because they are emotionally tuned into themselves.. women will begin to rise into their Divine Feminine because they will be supported and safe in doing so. Women have had to become more masculine to protect themselves from the destructive macho energy that abuses and represses them..but once they feel safe with men who have healed themselves they will start to allow men in again and be freed from their over masculinity. Many women long for this to happen, many women long for a truly emotionally intimate connection with an awakened and aware man who will protect them so they can nurture him..

Our society has become intimacy starved by the injured masculinity on our planet. For us all to find balance, love and peace we must make a conscious space for The Divine Masculine to transform in all men..so that The Divine Feminine may nurture us all once more.

Goddess of Love

 

 

It’s Valentines weekend. It is very easy to get caught up in all the fuss. Valentines Day is supposed to be a day of love or a day for lovers; but actually it is just a great day for retail. Lovers should share their love everyday, and single people should love and value themselves as singular people everyday..  I think it is important to keep grounded and real during the hype.. if you are in a relationship or not, because Valentines Day can make people feel bitter and resentful, jealous and stressed; rather than loved and grateful. It is  important to stay in the moment and to take stock of what is truly valuable and meaningful.. like the simple things..as love is beautiful simplicity .. it’s human’s that make love complicated.

As a woman it is very important to value and love yourself first before ever getting involved with any one romantically. Why go on a date with someone who isn’t worthy of you just to go on a date for Valentines Day or any other day for that matter? I know so many single women giving their time and energy away to men who don’t deserve it.. the players, cheaters and the men that don’t actually want to commit ..the game players.. a woman who is in her Inner Goddess or Queen, Diva etc .. wouldn’t and will not put herself in that position. Using myself as an example; I didn’t haunt dating sites or pursue men.. because what is meant to be will be.. instead I focused my attention and energy on myself and my kids.. I focused on being grateful for the beauty that I have already in my life.. and like a true Goddess I create and am creating a beautiful life all around me.

To become or come in contact with your Inner Goddess.. is to simply be more and more of yourself everyday.. to love and honor yourself, spiritually and physically.. to express your sexuality on your own terms.. whatever that may be to you. To become a Goddess is to be authentic, real, raw, brave and unique. A Goddess is iconic.. not like what the fashion or media world would like us to mimic.. because Goddesses come in all shapes and sizes..all races and ages..as she is timeless and infinite.. if a woman tells you that you must behave, look or act like what she thinks a Goddess is; don’t follow her because she is speaking from ego and conceit, not from the Divine.. because SHE  ( The Goddess ) wants you to be you.. the Great Goddess..the MOTHER of all Creation whats you to be as she birthed you..because you were born that way! You were born to be you!

There are many misconceptions as to why I do this.. many men think that I express my sexuality and use my image to get male attention and many women think I do it for the same reasons. A Goddess expresses her sexuality for herself.. that is what makes her a Goddess.. she doesn’t pretend or become anything for anyone else and she doesn’t give a fuck about what other people think about her being herself. A woman’s sexuality is as much apart of her as is her personality or name.. she is what she is..and a Goddess is whole unto herself… and yes this is intoxicating and powerful..and frightening to many people..because it is rare.. society teaches both men and women how to behave..and women are taught to become what men judge as sexually pleasing as men are taught to become what is sexually pleasing by mainstream media.. and so then we wonder why women and men cannot connect intimately or why both men and women are so confused in relationships. It is because we can only pretend for so long..and then the mask falls off .. when a woman or man is authentic and unique it is powerful and potent.. it is awe .. he becomes The Divine Masculine and she The Divine Feminine.. when both a man and a woman carrying their Inner God and Goddess come together the Earth moves.. And so I am waiting for my God.. he is simply a man that takes no shit..and is himself.. he doesn’t give a shit what you think.. he is a man that cherishes and protects women.. he hasn’t any need to compete or control.

As a Goddess I love and cherish myself the way I want to be loved and cherished by a man. Giving myself this type of photography makes me feel sensual and beautiful. Giving myself roses on Valentines Day is my way of telling myself that I am worthy of love..I am worthy of a great and powerful love..and that love already lives inside of me..because I am me.

It is my hope that this blog post inspires you to be uniquely you.. I hope you find away to pamper yourself and cherish yourself.. and when that special person comes along may you both pamper and cherish each other

Happy Valentines Day

Love

Gracie

A Single Mother and Sex

 

I am just in the mood to share my thoughts on what it’s like to be a single mother that gives a fuck. I give fuck about living a good life,  about my kids, my work, my body and my fitness. I give a fuck about spiritual enlightenment and about real people. There are many things I don’t give a fuck about. I don’t give a fuck about shallow, boring people and their bullshit, small talk. I don’t give a fuck about high school drama played out by adults in their mid 20s and up.. grow the fuck up.. until then not one fuck is given by me. I don’t give a fuck about the party lifestyle. I don’t give a fuck about people that make excuses. I don’t give a fuck about pity parties..and I don’t give a fuck about other single moms that put fucking asshole boyfriends ahead of their kids. I don’t give a fuck about weak ass women.,, women who do everything for men ..and nothing for their own sake or the sake of their children. I give a fuck about the things and people that matter.. the things that make you stronger.. the things that cause you to improve… I give a fuck about people who give a fuck about people and things that matter..for the rest; not one fuck is given.. ( and so I ramble ) but I don’t give a fuck because it feels good to speak my mind..and that is why I am still single. I need a man who can take it.. strait up like a shot of 100 proof truth.. I don’t want a man that needs me to become some weak bitch to make him feel like a man he obviously is not.

And so it is, that I don’t have sex and haven’t for quite sometime..but when I become interested in a guy and he starts to put his bullshit and baggage on me.. I don’t think carrying all of his past relationships and insecurities ..is worth the cock .. honestly.. there always seems to be some fucking karma involved and some other stupid girl that stalks his ass..or girls..and I think to myself ” fuck it” Because I love my mind, free and clear.. I love to think about shit like this..about writing on my blog as some rogue bad girl..misbehaving .. swearing like I own my freedom.. screaming out on text like some wild little wolf pup howling into the wind.. this is my voice.. I don’t want to give it up..for some cock LOL ( ha that made me burst out laughing like some crazy thing ) I like being crazy Gracie.. I love it and I love myself.. I don’t want some guy putting me into a box for some cock LOL..it’s just not worth it.. but of course the catch is; I like sex..but I don’t want it to be used against me to own my mind and emotions to feed some guys pathetic ego. Why do guys need to be worshiped? I don’t have the time for that shit..or rather I don’t want to spend my time worrying about if my man is going to stick his cock in that woman that flirts with him.. the one that feeds his ego more than I do..or more than I could ever want to.. I just don’t want to do it.. I want to go to the gym.. I want to write funny shit.. I want to meditate or paint or dance.. but yes it would be nice to have sex.. but why the hell does it have to cost me the freedom of being a free woman? Why the hell do guys think that to be my man he has to take up space in my head.. I feel smothered.. I am an intellect.. an artist, a free spirit.. I just can’t be a nice, well behaved girl just so that he will keep bringing his cock to me..and not put it in other girls who dumb it down just for him..

And then.. young guys or older guys ..or guys my age..

young guys want to party..

guys my age are bitter and mad at the ex wives..

older men ..well they are boring as hell..

Tis the conundrum ..the catch 22.. and because I give a fuck about the stuff that matters ( while not giving a fuck about the stuff that doesn’t ) I give a shit about love.. *Oh* there is just no winning here!

And then guys say stupid shit like ” If women made us step up by having us chase them instead of throwing themselves at us we would date women and be more romantic” I call bullshit on that..stop blaming us for your immaturity..a man needs something to chase.. my ass.. because once he has got it;  he is keeping his options open for the  next best piece of ass..because variety is the spice of life you know?

I am sorry this doesn’t come off as intellectual banter tonight..but I am a woman and so I have my moods..and tonight I am feeling like just doing whatever the fuck I want..if I had a man in my life do you think I could? Don’t you think he would be looking over my shoulder asking ” What are you writing about babe? Holy fuck you can’t write about that.. you sound like a foul mouthed bitch.. you should take out the swearing.. you should say intimacy instead of sex.. don’t put in a sexy pic either.. I don’t want guys looking at your tits.” so the question is.. is some cock worth it?

The Other Woman

 

She came to pick up my kids today.. as my ex was ” busy ” As she was buckling them up in the parking lot I was looking at them through the kitchen widow.. and getting my cold chicken out of the fridge.. I was thrust back in time..to 6 years ago.. when she came to our old farm house as an employee to drop off the landscape equipment at the end of the day.. he had just left me and the kids.. he had come to pick up the kids… I was alone crying..eating cold chicken when she drove into the drive way. Guess the chicken triggered the memory. I am sure she could hear my crying as she unloaded the equipment into the shed. We were in the country.. it was secluded and quiet .. I know she heard me crying..and she knew it was because of her and him..all though they were both lying to me about their affair.

When she came to work for us her marriage to an older man..who was an ignorant, in dept..wanna be rich bastard was ending. She was left in dept..she was in a desperate place working for us and a couple of other jobs.. The affair started when I lost a baby at 5 months into a pregnancy. He became emotionally withdraw and selfish.. I was too much work and she offered him solace I am sure. She had opportunity and motive. She was with another man; but he didn’t have any money.. but he had a handicapped child and he was fat. My husband was much better looking, fit and he was good with money. She knew of our struggles..and to her it was an easy in. I was very out of shape.. having had my 2 daughters that were still just toddlers..having lost a few babies.. I was in the ” in between phase ” She didn’t have pretty face, she was of average intelligence but she was very fit. I knew something was up when she wouldn’t wear a bra to work..and my ex said nothing to her.. even though he would of to other employees..he started to come home later.. he couldn’t account for large spaces of time..and he would talk about her to me.. I knew something was wrong. When I was expecting our son.. when it was confirmed that the pregnancy was viable.. he must of had some remorse or guilt..because she quit.. she started to work at the local grocery store. I ran into her once..as she was my cashier; I was very pregnant with my son..my daughters were with me.. they were both very little at the time..I asked her ” Why did you stop working for us?” Her face twisted into a snarl as she said ” Your husband is such womanizer, I just cannot stand how he treats women!” I actually stood up for my then husband at the time..but I realize years later her venom was because she couldn’t manipulate him into leaving me..so she was pouting ..her plan failed for the time being..of replacing me in the food chain. She was so selfish and self absorbed it didn’t matter to her that she would crush his children as well as me.

When our son was a month old.. we were out at the soccer field ..watching our little girls play when suddenly she just happened to show up? She walked over to us..and held our son all the while looking my husband in the eye with a pleading look..it was really quite sickening; that they both didn’t think that I could see what was going on.. all the while holding our little one month old miracle child between the two cheating lovers locked eyes. I was devastated..but when we got the kids into bed later that night.. when my then husband and I were alone.. he called me paranoid.. he denied it with a vengeance. Our son was born in April..she came back to work for us suddenly that spring.. with no bra..short shorts..and full makeup.

I saw them often through the widows of our farm house..as they unloaded or loaded equipment.. I saw their body language and flirting.. but of course he continued to deny it.. he came home hrs late one evening smelling like sex.. really .. he smelled so bad..because it was July and he drove home in the heat with her sex all over him.. even our little girls told him that he smelled yucky.. he said ” I was working in the ponds ” more like he was sleeping with a swamp monster. He changed his clothes..and woofed down his dinner still smelling.. he looked guilty as hell, but smug.

I know by Christmas they were planning .. they were making his great escape from the old ball and chain.. he paced around the house like an untamed jungle cat in a cage. You could tell he didn’t what to be with us.. he wanted his freedom..his hot piece of ass.. he stopped sleeping with me.. he would move downstairs to the couch.. he would pick fights by calling me names and accusing me of laziness.. I was called a bitch often for my anger at him and his undercover affair.. that was obvious..so obvious.

Money started to go missing..  the business files from the home computer were downloaded onto a laptop.. he stopped including me in the running of the business..but I was grieving the loss of my sister..who had just died from a brain tumor.. I was sick with undiagnosed celiac disease.. when some of the money showed up as an over payment to his old high school friends..and they informed me that they were going to take him on a trip to Mexico with it.. for his 40th birthday..a late gift.. ( A plan of escape ) but I was told I was paranoid..

He had been texting secretly outside on his phone all day in the cold of the winter.. because he was texting her.. I could see him smile and light up from time to time as a text came in.. She showed up at the house bringing Christmas gifts..one for me and the kids and one just for him.. of course he was across the property in the shop ( because they were texting the plan to each other ) when she came to the door to give me our ” Gifts” She was dressed in skin tight yoga pants.. stiletto high boots.. red lipstick and hoop earrings ( but nothing was going on right?) she asked me were my husband was { like she didn’t know } I told her he was in the shop.. I said ” You look amazing.. you are really fit ” She said ” I am in the best shape of my life!” and then off she walked to the shop.. a walk of victory to go and claim her man..right in front of his wife ..with our children around my ankles..

I know you are wondering ( Why didn’t you stop her..why didn’t you confront her?) There were many reasons. 1, I couldn’t make him stay 2, I couldn’t loose it front of the kids 3, my pride and dignity wouldn’t allow it.. I just couldn’t fall that low.. I just couldn’t let her or him do that to me..I just couldn’t.. So instead I stayed in the house with my children. With my toddlers and my baby boy.. I stayed strong and let fate just be fate.. but I was dying inside.. I died that year. The old me died.

Now in this present moment six years later.. yes she has all the money..she has the man.. she has financial stability ..she has a man that will walk away from his wife and kids when the going gets tough..she doesn’t have a man at all she has a coward. She has what she deserves..

Yes I struggle as a single mom..and yes this showed me how vengeful and manipulative other women can be..

But I am free of a man that didn’t ever really love me.. I don’t think he ever saw me.. I wonder if he even really sees how wonderful and beautiful our children are..as he is always looking over the other side of the fence to see the grass is greener..he will never be content… his heart is closed..so she got what she deserves..he got a cold hearted manipulative woman.. he got what he deserves. She is ugly on the inside.

But now I am in the best shape of my life..and I have a pretty face and a pretty heart..

I am ready to find a true and lasting love..

I got what I deserve..and so much better is on the way still..

Too fat and fucked up to be his girlfriend

 

Doesn’t seem to matter what a woman does, it’s just not good enough for many men. It seems to me many guys have this make-believe perfect, weird science bitch living in their heads. I think she is different for most men; but she has similar traits expressed by most men. First off she is calm and kind ( a push over ) and she has the perfect body type. She isn’t too tall or too short; she isn’t too muscular or too thin.. and she never ages. She never gets mad and she does what he expects her to do without having to be told what to do.. she just knows exactly what he wants ( mind reader ) she is a lady in public but a sex freak in private for him.. but not too freaky least she should make him feel insecure ( that she may of had better than him or that he isn’t enough to satisfy her ). She doesn’t ever upstage him.. she gives him all the glory and the limelight .. she worships him and treats him like a GOD.

I am not her. I have my good moments I guess ???…but I have a temper..my temper is like a summer storm; it’s hot, fast and then it blows over just as fast.. makes you wonder if it even happened at all. I am short, I can be shy and then I can be a show off. I like the little bit of fat on my tummy.. it’s just a little bit..but I find it feminine. I am fit and I think fabulous but I am not a bodybuilder chick.. I train for strength and conditioning..but I am the one who will save us all from the zombies when they attack. I am not going to starve myself or go on ultra strict diets to please men or any man.I like my curves and my muscle.. I am aging and I am going to do that gracefully. I am not going to lie about my age and I am not going to feel shame about my body changing.. I am not going to compete with other women for a man’s attention of affections.. I have too much dignity and self-respect to jump through hoops like a trained poodle to coddle some guys ego.I am strong willed and strong minded.. I don’t want some guy in my head taking up all my intellectual space .. I have better things to think about then what the fuck he might be thinking about..

It’s so ironic that people preach about being authentic when they are too chicken shit to be truly authentic..being authentic means accepting your imperfections.. if they be physical or personal..

I just cannot imagine ever being in another relationship with a man who has to pick me apart to feed his own fragile ego.. I was married to a guy like that.. always looking over the fence to see how much greener the grass was.. because he wasn’t taking care of our relationship or putting his full intentions into our relationship..and I find that most of the single divorced men my age still haven’t taken full ownership of doing that themselves in their last relationships.. yet they say ” My ex wife was a bitter angry woman ” my thoughts on this ” Yes I bet she was since you were always comparing her to that make-believe, weird science bitch that lives in your head.. and you were always comparing her to every perfect looking or seemingly perfect woman that walked by.. yes I bet she was right pissed off at your shit ” I am thinking as he sits beside me on our coffee, meet up date..and he weighs and judges me with his eyes.. seeing something or hearing something from me that just doesn’t look or sound perfect enough.. because I am too short.. or my hair is the wrong color or length.. my boobs are not perky enough.. my teeth are not strait enough and I have a blemish on my chin… I am bloated because it’s the first day of my period..and no, I don’t want to body build and shred my body fat to look like the bitch in his head…

I wonder how many men have passed up some pretty damn amazing women because they can’t get past their own bullshit and insecurities..because they are getting older, and fatter and shorter.. because things are sagging on them…and their male hormones are making them softer..they just ain’t as hard as they used to be.. I think if they came to their own acceptance and grew the fuck up.. they would find that imperfections are uniqueness ..and character.. imperfections are endearing .. and imperfections are sexy ..

So I guess I need man who just as fucked up as I am… I am sure he going to be sexy as hell.

No Momma’s Boys

 

The typical Momma’s Boy is raised by a single mother ( I am a single mother; my son is 8 ) so I have to be very careful not to raise my son to be emotionally dependent on me. That’s the problem with this guy; his emotional house is filled by his unhealthy emotional dependency on his mother.

The Momma’s Boy has a boyish charm about him; he seems to love women and he has insider information about women because his mother didn’t set healthy emotional boundaries about her own internal emotional life.. she put her son in the emotional position that she would of a lover. It’s sad but true for both of them; that neither of them will have healthy relationships with the opposite sex unless they become awakened towards their unhealthy patterns of emotional dependency… When the son finds a mate; the relationship ends up being another flash in the pan.. it quickly dies because his girlfriend cannot make a deep intimate connection with him..because his mother has taken up that place in his heart.. but the same goes for the mother.. she is too involved emotionally in her son’s life..so when she finds a man; when he attempts to set the boundaries; she sees him as a threat to her son and so the relationship ends quickly.. sometimes with great negative intensity.

I was in a relationship with a Momma’s Boy when I was 18; he was 22.. his mother would say things like ” Does she have to know what we are talking about?” ” Why is she always here?”.. she would come to his house and clean..do his laundry.. fold it.. bring him his favorite food.. etc.. etc.. but she herself couldn’t hold onto a relationship with a grown man..as they got sick of her meddling shit. Over time he did detach somewhat from his mother..but his dependency of his mother soon moved him to his dependency on the bottle.. I watched him drink beer like he was sucking on a breast.. I left him..

How do you know he is a Momma’s Boy before you get too emotionally attached to him?

He usually hasn’t had any long term relationships.. a 2 year relationship is a long term relationship for him

He lives in his glory days.. he is always talking about when he was kid; what his momma taught him

His mom is always cleaning his house and cooking for him

He needs his mother’s advice all the time

His ex girlfriends warn you

He has secret ex girlfriends because he didn’t want his mother to know about the BAD girls

He is selfish, self absorbed and egotistical ( a little brat )

Is so irresponsible emotionally he can’t even take care of pet on his own

Doesn’t want to be a father because he likes his SON or boyishness status

He is in his 30 and 40s and still dresses like teenager and acts like one.. he is so cool ya know!

He is so hip and cool all the time.. even in his online communications..it’s all hip slang

 

What can you do about it? Nothing.. nope just move on..go and find yourself a gown ass man!

Momma has ruined her boy.. he will be in his 60s and she in her 80s.. and she will be at the grocery store buying his favorite jam..because he likes Smuckers ya know!

Why is feminism becoming the F-word?

First off.. happy birthday to Gloria Steinem.. she is an Aries just like me.. it’s interesting that I a writing this post on her birthday.

 

Definition of feminism
noun

 

1.

the doctrine advocating social, political, and all other rights of women equal to those of men.
2.

(sometimes initial capital letter) an organized movement for the attainment of such rights for women.
3.

feminine character.
As you can see the definition is pretty simple. But for some reason I am finding a new definition of feminist online.. and it is a bitter, man hating, ball breaking bitch. It seems that women seeking equality are branded as wanting to destroy men or take away the rights and freedoms of men by gaining equality. I suspect the reason that feminism and feminist are being labeled as the new F-word is based on fear. All bigotry is based on fear. It seems men who label feminist as ball breaking bitches fear that giving women the same earning power and sexual freedoms would make them less as men.  One can reason that they glean their manhood by the control of women. It seems that in order for true equality to take up root and grow,  men need a different definition of manhood. That definition would change from being commander and chief of his woman .. family or community towards building true partnership and community by the equal sharing of responsibilities.  If a man defines his masculinity by violence, brutality.. being unemotional and in control of everything and everyone around him.. he will see a woman seeking equality as a subordinate seeking to undermine his manhood. A man who defines himself through control and power over others as being a man.. will see a feminist as a threat and then punish her and demean her to get back said control. I think that is why many women fear stating or standing as feminist…because they fear the punishments inflicted on them my macho alpha males.. I know this for fact.. So many women will bash feminism and feminist to gain male approval and protection from this punishment.
Feminist are also bigoted by how they are perceived to look..I have been told that I am too feminine or pretty to be a feminist..I have had both men and women inform me of this. I have been told feminist dress like men, where no makeup… look like butches and are lesbians. The stereotyping is insane!
Many people don’t realize that men can also be feminist..and not be overly feminine in appearance. Any man that stands for, believes in and seeks out justice and equality for women is a feminist.
Feminist want control over their own minds and bodies.. just the same as men. We want access to safe abortions and birth control. We don’t want to be slut shamed for our sexual history, we don’t want to be judged as sluts for dressing sensual.. our bodies, our choices.. just the same as men.
It’s really simple stuff actually.. we are tired of religious dogma trapping our wombs and bodies with the outdated concepts of the world’s virtue and purity being placed on our sexuality..we are sick of our sex and sex lives, or virginity..or lack of it..being used to place worth upon us.
We are really sick and tired of entire industries holding us captive by using.. and over sexing or bodies to sell product..industries that are run by macho men .. telling us what to look like and how to present our sex to them to please them and not ourselves.. we are tired of being owned by our husbands.. by industry and religions. We want to make equal pay and have equal say so that we are not bound to abusive men by  the necessities of financial survival.
If you are a woman and you want to see these things happen in your life time.. if you are a man and you want to see these things happen in your life time.. if you are a person who wants to see equality in your lifetime for yourself and for future generations.. you are a feminist… you are not a bad word..
You are a decent human being.

Men are stupid

 

I just figured out what the glass ceiling is all about.. it’s cause men are stupid when it comes to women.. and they are driving me fucking crazy. Even you guys will agree to this.. what causes the male IQ to drop below ground zero faster than a speeding bullet? .. we all know the answer.. every single one us in puberty or past it knows.. it’s BOOBS!!!

BOOBS.. turn men into BOOBS..and big babies.. they drool and fall all over themselves… it makes them feel vulnerable.. ( nailed it ) I just nailed it! It is why men want women to cover up.. dress appropriately and be proper ladies.. because they fear acting out like drooling, stupid idiots in front of a woman who is sensual and sexy.. so they have placed the ownership of their sexual vulnerable underbelly onto us .. So that’s why a woman who is dressed ( what any man my deem as too sexy ) isn’t to be taken seriously.. because by doing so she ( according to society ) is giving him permission to treat her like a walking rack of BOOBS.. So the glass ceiling will keep us in our PLACE until the majority of men can grow the fuck up.

Guess what? In my book I show my boobs.. so guess what? That makes men treat me like a bimbo.. and of course according to society I am asking for the disrespect..

So in order to break this glass ceiling women have to dare to step out of place.. but as usual it’s the circle or cycle of ” damned if you do, damned if you don’t” really sums up what its like to be a woman in all aspects of life as female.. because the male run societies of the world have us trapped in a call back loop.. you know what mean? It’s like an answering service.. that only uses computers.. you never get though to an actual person.. that’s what it’s like as woman living in a male run world.. I sure have found that out trying to promote my book.. it’s like.. impossible! I have to have a man champion me and my cause to make headway.. it’s like headway being a penis.. penis head..get it? I have said it many times..” I wasn’t born with a dick but I need a dick ( man ) to help me penetrate the male world” I know it’s like homosexuality.. I don’t have problem with that..but it’s a boy’s club.. I am so fed up! I am going fucking crazy!

I could give so many examples.. even in the fitness world..I am not taken seriously because I don’t man up.. I don’t look masculine..if I looked super muscular than men wouldn’t get so stupid..because I wouldn’t be so curvy and my boobs would shrink down to almost nothing.. so they could control themselves better around me.. and it’s like that in the professional world too.. you have to suit up.. if you’r too pretty and too feminine then you are a distraction.. even in grade schools the girls are being taught not to show bra straps so they don’t distract the boys.. ( Thanks Stephen Harper.. you really know how to train youth about sexual repression, rape culture thinking, and you are teaching young boys that they are not responsible for their own sexual impulses..but girls are? wtf? )

Taking a look at media promoted sexuality ( that is male sexuality.. because the world is run by men.. a huge majority of high powered positions are held by men world wide.. and so they use their money to build all industry including the sex industry and sexuality in general.. like the fashion industry and the fitness industry.. and of course the porn industry ) looking at the sex industry or sexuality in society in general.. as a metaphor.. we can see it behaves and runs just like the male sex drive.. it’s porn or puritan.. because when men are turned on they are turned on.. so we have the Madonna/Whore complex imposed upon all women world wide.. very elementary..but so is the male sex drive.. the only way a man cannot get it up, is if he feels to much pressure to get it up or he is sick.. other than that just looking at a voluptuous woman.. tree.. piece of fruit.. a strong breeze with get most healthy men hard and ready… and stupid..

So this is what is causing all my frustration ( pun intended ) It drives me absolutely fucking crazy.. because men are stupid.

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Bridget Jones & Me

 

To tell you the truth of I am more of a nerdy writer.. ok I do have those wonderful moments when I do feel like a Goddess.. but the nerdy writer stays with me more frequently. My love life is much like Bridget’s was in the movie.. well actually much worse.. she got more action than I ever have. But those bad boys are everywhere and so I have learned to stay away from those charmers just the same as she learned the hard way. Just like her I feel much like a freak/geek in crowds.. I am not and never have been one of the cool kids.. I am one of those artsy weird kids. I am very innocent like her.. I expect people to be who they say they are because I am who I say I am.. but of course just like her I get screwed over for it..

It took a lot of courage from me to do my Youtube videos and it still does.. sometimes they are a bit of a rush.. but I hate. HATE. TOTALLY HATE watching myself .. and I have to..to play them back ..to make sure they are done properly.. when I sing or do erotic dance in my videos I cringe watching them. It’s not that I don’t love myself it’s just hard putting myself out there like that in a hard cruel world ..were you know people are going to pick you apart.. to pieces literally..feels like torture.. and don’t we as women do that to ourselves enough..like I or any other woman needs help with that.

I honestly don’t get men most of the time. I have male friends and I get them on a pure friendship level ( NO SEX ) but as soon as there is a hint of romance or sexual tension things get screwy.. I cannot tell if a guy I have a crush on likes me back.. unless he is very, very direct about it.. because I get all sensitive and stupid.. all screwed up.

Doing the photography for my book was easy because it was me and 2 female photographers.. it was like being in the gym change room naked around women.. big whoop..it felt natural and comfortable..but publishing the photography for my book was a mind-bending trip and it still is.. but I did it for good cause.. to help other women accept themselves,,, flaws and and all. Yes it is hard..it’s always going to be hard..because the person we are hardest on is ourselves..and other people can be such assholes.

The real me; is the little girl Bridget at the end of the movie.. the one that eats cake with her bare hands.. stuffs it right in her face and runs around naked and innocent swimming naked in the pool..

It takes a lot for me to ( put it out there ) it’s actually quite painful.. it really is.. but if I don’t do it other women will not do it..and then we will have a world promoting plastic beauty and inequality of the sexes forever..so someone had to do it..so I did it..

For those reading me for the first time my name is Gracie Ackerman.. you can google me to find me on Youtube and Facebook..and other online profiles.. my book is available on Amazon.ca

The Goddess an Expression of the Divine Feminine

But this is me.. just like Bridget..sitting in my PJs with my fluffy pink slippers on ..picking popcorn kernels out of my teeth.. thinking ” Glad there isn’t a man that can see this now”

Being a Bitch

 

I think the word bitch was created to make women behave. I don’t just think so I know so. If a woman behaves like a man, tells it strait up, takes no shit, doesn’t ask for permission, goes and just gets what she wants..she is bitch..she is..as I have been called ” too assertive” .. my thoughts exactly.. ” Fuck you”

A bitchy woman..stands up for herself, stands her ground on her dreams.. oh hell..she has her own dreams..what a bitch! Women are taught to support men who have dreams… lets take a look at how wonderful it is to be a ” First Lady” ya fuck that!.. Fuck that! That’s right your supposed to be happy and honored to take second place as a figure head that wears the latest fashions and puts up with your husband jamming cigars up an interns vag.. that’s right BITCHES!  Women don’t have real authority and those who strive for it.. yup..bunch a bitches!

A woman that has a presence .. you know..she takes up room when standing in a room.. she has a voice, she has thoughts of her own and shares them openly, she has sex appeal .. she has a walk, she has charisma.. yup what a bitch..

But the only way a woman is going to get anywhere in the world is to love her inner bitch.. it is so seriously a part of being a Goddess.. it is being an unapologetic bitch that makes her a super star..but first she has to have the inner strength to stand up to the boys.. those wimpy men, the ones that need a woman to kiss up, make nice and suck their metaphorical dicks.. she has to be able to get it across to them ( metaphorically speaking ) that she too has a dick and if they don’t like it they can suck it! She is a bitch, and she loves her inner bitch.. she ain’t making nice..and she will never be ready to make nice..cause like the boys..she is what she is and she says what she means and she means what she says…  she going to be called a lot of names.. but eventually she just has to find a few truly good men, who will be her friends and supporters.. we just need more women willing to embrace their inner bitch.. more women to take a stand.. and love that they are who the fuck they are..

This good girl bad girl shit..it’s just shit to control women.. if women are always afraid of offending some poor guy and seeming too bitchy to get hitched up to some pathetic guy that digs this shit.. the world will be missing out on some GRAND BITCHES.. bitches that have that chip on their shoulder that they carry with pride..bitches that have been told ” your a piece of work” but they like that..those bitches are goddamn proud of the lessons they have learned in life that made them what they are..that made them broads that made them ballsy .. that’s right.. fuck em.. those are the GRAND BITCHES society needs to turn it around and make equal ground..to fuck the double standard HARD.. FUCK IT HARD and RIGHT PROPER!

Women need to fight for their dreams, fight for their voices..stop over eating to appear safe to fragile men, stop under eating to disappear ..to make yourself small and fragile for fragile men.. we need some women to TRAIN these fuckers up .. to toughen men up..to give them some tough love.. cause

Enough is Enough

ROCK ON BITCHES!

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