Last Updated On September 8, 2020

 

How to do something five times: -establish continued commitment -sense level of relevance -choose how to evolve -bring all resources into alignment

 

 

As is the current zeitgeist…
(I’m not sure I am using this word correctly even though it feels right. Energetically. And I’m seeking the comfort of that kind of resonance right now.)

I find that I’m not so interested in the unprecedented. It keeps biting me (us) in the ass these days, ya know, the zeitgeist* and whatnot. Although unprecedented does offer a certain lack of rehearsal time, leaves sky open for possibility, for new sight. I keep reaching back convinced I have lifed (lifed? lived perhaps, although they seem different?) through a mirror image of these trials. Its such comfort to believe in history. And science. Sometimes. Or it is paralyzingly traumatizing. A real mixed bag. But to remain confident and unshakeable in lived or lifed experience… I hope the crone gifts me these shiny tokens to remain on this earth and be of service because I believe I am hyper extended. Dislocated, but still smiling. And still learning. Huzzah, thank the Goddess!

So anyway, back to business- Cliterally the Best Pleasure Hunt Ever 2020. On Sunday September 13 in Ithaca NY but feel free to follow the action from wherever you are. Here are the posts of Illuminous past to give more context to this event:
Cliterally the Best
Again! Again!
World Goddess Day
The Hunt

Unsurprisingly, 2020 birthed another gremlin to muck up the works pretty much immediately after my deeply considered re-commitment to this event and my cautious trial runs of the traditional 3D printed clitoris in the NEW color… it crashed. Oh wait, first the gremlin made sure I announced everything on social media, in accordance with their traditional ways. We switched gears, switched plastics, apparently our machine does not favor glitter. But boy-o-boy did I have a veritable castle of glitter associations to share! It occurs to me that the castle was probably erected at possibly the same minute that the gremlin was born which makes me curious about astrology.”Its ok, mama. It’s ok.” I consoled myself as I unloaded said glitter. Conceptual glitter, not actual glitter. Have you ever had to unload your glitter? Its not easy.

So here I am. Knocking off clitoris after clitoris in a gorgeous, glowing, translucent, yellow hue!

**UNPRECEDENTED** (can ya believe it?)

I long to see it poised at the end of a glassblower’s instrument, a sumptuous non-newtonian blob of potential slowly spinning before a searing kiln.
Are these the bricks to follow?
Do you like butter?
Cutting my tongue like hard candy unearthed from grandmother’s purse.
It coats our throats at the speed of molasses,
Calming the cough,
Inflating the lungs,
Infiltrating artery-vein-capillary
Hemorrhaging in sticky triumph from our pores
Our honey cure is here!
We embrace breast to breast.
Our fingers woven palm to palm.
The warmth of human breathe,
The moisture of another’s tears on our cheek.
The end
And the beginning.
The last vestiges of a setting corona.
The golden hour.

***

Usually I have a patron saint of clitorises.
She has not arrived.
She has not arrived.
She has not yet arrived…

I dedicate this hunt to the unborn, the unconceived, the not yet considered, the tiny masses of cells, the fleeting moments of possibility, the unacknowledged, the dust of the stars. I dedicate this hunt to those that come after.
The new ones.
The beginners.
Generation Next.
We lay foundation in preparation beyond our own mortality, for the unseen. Passing on our best (and our worst), folding treasure into future fingers, whispering sweetness on the winds that tickle them, surrounding them with golden halos of mana. Legacy. We excavate this ancient yet falsely “new” knowledge and send it forth.

Happy Hunting Dear Ones

* zeitgeist- the defining spirit of mood of a particular period of history

 

Last Updated On September 8, 2020

 

How to do something five times: -establish continued commitment -sense level of relevance -choose how to evolve -bring all resources into alignment

 

As is the current zeitgeist…
(I’m not sure I am using this word correctly even though it feels right. Energetically. And I’m seeking the comfort of that kind of resonance right now.)

I find that I’m not so interested in the unprecedented. It keeps biting me (us) in the ass these days, ya know, the zeitgeist* and whatnot. Although unprecedented does offer a certain lack of rehearsal time, leaves sky open for possibility, for new sight. I keep reaching back convinced I have lifed (lifed? lived perhaps, although they seem different?) through a mirror image of these trials. Its such comfort to believe in history. And science. Sometimes. Or it is paralyzingly traumatizing. A real mixed bag. But to remain confident and unshakeable in lived or lifed experience… I hope the crone gifts me these shiny tokens to remain on this earth and be of service because I believe I am hyper extended. Dislocated, but still smiling. And still learning. Huzzah, thank the Goddess!

So anyway, back to business- Cliterally the Best Pleasure Hunt Ever 2020. On Sunday September 13 in Ithaca NY but feel free to follow the action from wherever you are. Here are the posts of Illuminous past to give more context to this event:
Cliterally the Best
Again! Again!
World Goddess Day
The Hunt

Unsurprisingly, 2020 birthed another gremlin to muck up the works pretty much immediately after my deeply considered re-commitment to this event and my cautious trial runs of the traditional 3D printed clitoris in the NEW color… it crashed. Oh wait, first the gremlin made sure I announced everything on social media, in accordance with their traditional ways. We switched gears, switched plastics, apparently our machine does not favor glitter. But boy-o-boy did I have a veritable castle of glitter associations to share! It occurs to me that the castle was probably erected at possibly the same minute that the gremlin was born which makes me curious about astrology.”Its ok, mama. It’s ok.” I consoled myself as I unloaded said glitter. Conceptual glitter, not actual glitter. Have you ever had to unload your glitter? Its not easy.

So here I am. Knocking off clitoris after clitoris in a gorgeous, glowing, translucent, yellow hue!

**UNPRECEDENTED** (can ya believe it?)

I long to see it poised at the end of a glassblower’s instrument, a sumptuous non-newtonian blob of potential slowly spinning before a searing kiln.
Are these the bricks to follow?
Do you like butter?
Cutting my tongue like hard candy unearthed from grandmother’s purse.
It coats our throats at the speed of molasses,
Calming the cough,
Inflating the lungs,
Infiltrating artery-vein-capillary
Hemorrhaging in sticky triumph from our pores
Our honey cure is here!
We embrace breast to breast.
Our fingers woven palm to palm.
The warmth of human breathe,
The moisture of another’s tears on our cheek.
The end
And the beginning.
The last vestiges of a setting corona.
The golden hour.

***

Usually I have a patron saint of clitorises.
She has not arrived.
She has not arrived.
She has not yet arrived…

I dedicate this hunt to the unborn, the unconceived, the not yet considered, the tiny masses of cells, the fleeting moments of possibility, the unacknowledged, the dust of the stars. I dedicate this hunt to those that come after.
The new ones.
The beginners.
Generation Next.
We lay foundation in preparation beyond our own mortality, for the unseen. Passing on our best (and our worst), folding treasure into future fingers, whispering sweetness on the winds that tickle them, surrounding them with golden halos of mana. Legacy. We excavate this ancient yet falsely “new” knowledge and send it forth.

Happy Hunting Dear Ones

* zeitgeist- the defining spirit of mood of a particular period of history

Last Updated On September 8, 2020

How to do something five times: -establish continued commitment -sense level of relevance -choose how to evolve -bring all resources into alignment

As is the current zeitgeist…
(I’m not sure I am using this word correctly even though it feels right. Energetically. And I’m seeking the comfort of that kind of resonance right now.)

I find that I’m not so interested in the unprecedented. It keeps biting me (us) in the ass these days, ya know, the zeitgeist* and whatnot. Although unprecedented does offer a certain lack of rehearsal time, leaves sky open for possibility, for new sight. I keep reaching back convinced I have lifed (lifed? lived perhaps, although they seem different?) through a mirror image of these trials. Its such comfort to believe in history. And science. Sometimes. Or it is paralyzingly traumatizing. A real mixed bag. But to remain confident and unshakeable in lived or lifed experience… I hope the crone gifts me these shiny tokens to remain on this earth and be of service because I believe I am hyper extended. Dislocated, but still smiling. And still learning. Huzzah, thank the Goddess!

So anyway, back to business- Cliterally the Best Pleasure Hunt Ever 2020. On Sunday September 13 in Ithaca NY but feel free to follow the action from wherever you are. Here are the posts of Illuminous past to give more context to this event:
Cliterally the Best
Again! Again!
World Goddess Day
The Hunt

Unsurprisingly, 2020 birthed another gremlin to muck up the works pretty much immediately after my deeply considered re-commitment to this event and my cautious trial runs of the traditional 3D printed clitoris in the NEW color… it crashed. Oh wait, first the gremlin made sure I announced everything on social media, in accordance with their traditional ways. We switched gears, switched plastics, apparently our machine does not favor glitter. But boy-o-boy did I have a veritable castle of glitter associations to share! It occurs to me that the castle was probably erected at possibly the same minute that the gremlin was born which makes me curious about astrology.”Its ok, mama. It’s ok.” I consoled myself as I unloaded said glitter. Conceptual glitter, not actual glitter. Have you ever had to unload your glitter? Its not easy.

So here I am. Knocking off clitoris after clitoris in a gorgeous, glowing, translucent, yellow hue!

**UNPRECEDENTED** (can ya believe it?)

I long to see it poised at the end of a glassblower’s instrument, a sumptuous non-newtonian blob of potential slowly spinning before a searing kiln.
Are these the bricks to follow?
Do you like butter?
Cutting my tongue like hard candy unearthed from grandmother’s purse.
It coats our throats at the speed of molasses,
Calming the cough,
Inflating the lungs,
Infiltrating artery-vein-capillary
Hemorrhaging in sticky triumph from our pores
Our honey cure is here!
We embrace breast to breast.
Our fingers woven palm to palm.
The warmth of human breathe,
The moisture of another’s tears on our cheek.
The end
And the beginning.
The last vestiges of a setting corona.
The golden hour.

***

Usually I have a patron saint of clitorises.
She has not arrived.
She has not arrived.
She has not yet arrived…

I dedicate this hunt to the unborn, the unconceived, the not yet considered, the tiny masses of cells, the fleeting moments of possibility, the unacknowledged, the dust of the stars. I dedicate this hunt to those that come after.
The new ones.
The beginners.
Generation Next.
We lay foundation in preparation beyond our own mortality, for the unseen. Passing on our best (and our worst), folding treasure into future fingers, whispering sweetness on the winds that tickle them, surrounding them with golden halos of mana. Legacy. We excavate this ancient yet falsely “new” knowledge and send it forth.

Happy Hunting Dear Ones

* zeitgeist- the defining spirit of mood of a particular period of history