CeMar, I love you. Right now you are my favorite person on this BB. You gave me back what I've recently lost with your insanely resistant to peer pressure brand of high sex drive. I realized all the talk on this BB recently which equates being feminine with all the girlish arts of picking out nail polish, being fitted for a corset, learning to bat your eyelashes at the boys, projecting helplessness, getting fake boobs, getting your feet bound in infancy so that your walk becomes delicate and mincing and the curled deformity of your feet is seductive because it so resembles the pale virginity of an unfurled peony is making me SICK!SICK!SICK!

Here is how you have sex like a WOMAN. You stand strong on the fertile earth because your legs are strong and your wide hips give you balance. You carry a baby on one hip and seed for your garden in your free hand. Your body is perfectly feminine because the baby nestles perfectly in the curvature of your waist and the baby's head comes to rest right on the pillow of your breast. You drop the seed and plant the crop that you will tend to feed your children. This is your work and you are proud and pleased that you have the will and the strength to do this work. Through all of history in times of famine or war you persevere. Every man that was ever a baby was fed by your hand and carried on your ample hip.

The spring sun warms your body as you plant the new crop. Across the garden a man works also or perhaps you see him approaching as he returns from the hunt. The warmth of the sun spreads downwards . The man comes near. You smile at him as the whole gravity of the earth and the heat of the sun gathers in the core of your being. The rhythm of your blood rises like the tides of the ocean.

If the man returns your smile and brings his own strength to bear then you fall to the earth like all your mothers before you. Soon that's all you'll be, just a memory in the matriarchal line of mitochondria but right now is your time. You are the woman. You spread your legs. You raise your hips. You howl at the moon or you sink into the ocean. You smile again.

But what if the man doesn't return your smile? What if the man is unable to being his own strength to bear? How can you be a woman? Hush. Don't worry. Drop seed. Carry baby. A man will come.

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver