Precious Moments

 

My inner peace, as much to be achieved whilst living in Los Angeles, was hijacked by a bizarre sound, jarring to the nerves. It was distant but immensely invasive. The regularity of these reverberations was truly startling. They certainly weren’t fireworks or motorcycle braps.

My mind immediately started to think the worst. Anxiety consumed me. Is that an automatic rifle or some shit? What the fuck?! What do I do if there is, in fact, some crazy person on the loose? Holy shit.

How did all those kids feel when they discovered their terror was a reality? I can’t imagine. But then again, I kinda just did. The feelings; tangible sensations, consuming my being were too much, trippy to the touch.

We know all this horrendous shit is happening around us at all times, yet do we ever stop to really empathize? Or are we too damn busy over-exerting our thumbs from behind an illuminated screen with someone named Larry or Debra about how Jesus says we need more guns?

Life is weird. And us humans are really fucked up. This can be a terrifying truth to accept. Yet, there’s always a flip side–the ever-perplexing paradox of our human experience.

This is why we absolutely MUST practice compassion. Take a damn breath every once in a while. Tell people you love them every chance you get. Be in the motherfucking moment. Because frankly, that’s all we got.

 

 

Image by Gabriel  Levesque

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LA Mornings

Another day waking up in paradise. And by paradise, I mean arising to the sound of a 4 pile car crash outside my window, hours before my alarm intended. Living across the street from one of the Pacific Northwest’s busiest roadways doesn’t have any perks, just lots of irks, like constant screeching and hollering, a thick film of pollution that consumes every surface in your home– like a secretion from some dark lord– and a constant reminder that everyone is always going somewhere, perpetuating a steadfast state of anxiety.

As my one year anniversary with Los Angeles quickly approaches, I find myself asking, “What the fuck are you doing here?” I know, in theory, why I moved here. But nothing of that sort has quite gone to plan. I guess that’s the way life works, huh? I know, though- I often forget, there is a shit ton of magic happening here. There’s also a shit ton of shit.

I’m partially convinced LA is some kind of purgatory, like a hellacious Disneyland for insane adults. If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. But the question is, can you? Should you? And if not here, where?! THAT is the ever-perplexing question that continues to rear its ugly head, time and time again.

Is there a place that exists sans such torture? What does it look like? Or, is that place just really inside of us after all? As my coffee starts to kick in, this is what I’m convinced to be true. We’ve seen some bedazzled Pinterest quote a time or two telling us that everything we seek is inside ourselves. That’s where the real nuggets of wisdom are. Somewhere, inside of me, there is a crystal clear ocean, with the perfect ocean breeze and a steady flow of piña coladas, preferably served via bronzed babes in minimal bikinis.

Am I alone in this thinking? If you could live anywhere in the world, where would that be? What is stopping you? What would it look like if we helped each other get there?

Think about this, as I go rinse off from the coffee sweats currently brewing inside my love’s fuzzy robe. And remember, “darling, the moon is still the moon in all of its phases.”

Pussy Power House: Why We Need More Events Like This

Recently I had the ultimate pleasure of attending Pussy Power House,  the vulvacious brain child of Corinne Loperfido–a sensuous haven where you are given a golden ticket to delve deep into the depths of your truest and most authentic sexy self…quite literally. Or shall, I say… cliterally! Yasss mama!

Upon entering, you must first journey through a labyrinth of sorts amid one of LA’s most kick-ass shops,  Pskaufman. There’s cool art, plants, tons of shoes, and even more beautiful people. Under the floorboards and around the corner, you arrive to a room full of all your dreams come true. Seriously. The smell of leather and cannabis tickle your nose. Pot Priestess, Lizzy Jeff, greets you with her radiant smile and a wondrous assortment of creations infused with love and 420 magic. Elixirs, herbal blends, tinctures. All the things. All delicious. At this point, you might be thinking, “Damn, that’s good. How could it get better?” But, don’t you fret sweetheart, it does.

Nearly every inch of the space is full of handmade art, all made by badass babes, all ready to take your pussy-powerdom to the next level. In the back corner, there is a gold mine of literature all dedicated to learning more about how amazing your vagina is and how wonderful it is to be a woman. You can pick up an instrument to play if you’re feeling in tune. You can learn how to make your own toothpaste and other apothecary goodies. You can sip tea out of cute little cups. You can get lost in a painting. I think I came and went cross-eyed from looking at one of Dana Peters’ pieces.  You can try on a magical kimono and get a hand massage. Curious as to what’s in the cards for your future? You can find out. There’s a lady there that can tell you such things. I mean it.

Personally, these things are all my most favorite. All of which, I generally have to seek out on their own, and sometimes have a difficult time doing so. But thanks to Pussy Power House, I have access to all of my beloveds in one charming place. There’s pussy. Weed. Chocolate. Music. Pussy Poppin. Art. Education. Activism. A strong sense of community. All under one roof. All for you. I mean, cum on… what more could you want?  The vibes are high, y’all. And most likely, so are you.

I have been blessed enough to attend many of Corinne’s events and they are all masterly curated. This queen knows what’s up in every sense of the term and wants to share that knowledge with those who are willing to listen and hungry to stay woke.  Despite these events being unique in their own way, there is always one common theme: empowerment. By attending these events, you are not only given the opportunity to educate yourself about your body, and soul, but you are exposed to other boss ass witches who are all on that same tip of loving themselves and wanting to cultivate that further. To be surrounded in a room of like-minded women, coming together to support one another and share their gifts is nothing short of magic.

Some of you may have the misconceived notion this is just some kind of lesbian gang bang where we all pull out our snatches and bash men. I may have a lady crush on every one of the featured artists, but it’s a misandry free zone. All are accepted here. And all are guaranteed to walk away feeling a little more in love with themselves. In these crazy, fucked up times we need this sense of unity and liberation more than ever. How often can you say you went out for a night on the town and left feeling better than when you arrived?  So, if you have the pleasure of attending one of these events sometime in the near future, do it. Treat yoself. You deserve it.

Viva la vulva!

Art by Alyssa Morang-Pavlock