I take this literally, but even taken metaphorically, the power still has implications. Every single living creature enters the world via a woman, and, most specifically, through our birth canals. So, if you have seen spirits, worked in magik, believe in other realms, or are an atheist, it doesn’t matter. It still stands that in order for a creature to come from wherever consciousness originates into the material world we’re in now, the way to get into this place is through a woman. We’re portals. If you sense or acknowledge anything beyond this plane of existence, the material and tangible place we’re currently residing, then everyone around you, animals included, got here by passing through the body of a woman. To the atheists, consider even the energy that goes into the creation of new life. According to Susun Weed, during a female’s reproductive years, her body is constantly amassing energy and conserving it for the chance that she will become pregnant. This energy is intended to be available to help spring new life in her womb. She gathers reserve so that another being can grow inside of her if one should arrive. When women menstruate, this energy is released (she has interesting things to say about the post-menopausal energy changes as well). In the “metaphysical” sense, this energy is referred to by many names, but a common one is kundalini. Mary Daly coined the term gynergy to describe it, which is the life force energy of women, and it emanates from our reproductive capacity. Indeed, you can see this as mystical woo woo speak or concretely as a life-force energy built up of cellular mojo ready to be used to spawn a new animal to life (and that’s actually what women accused of mystical pre-occupation are really talking about in the first place). That’s gynergy. That’s kundalini.

Why does it matter? Well, for one, humans are forever grappling with intense overwhelm at what life is and what it’s all about. The mysterious unknown of our existence drives people to fill in the blanks of what we know with whatever reasoning we feel most sure of–or to cope with the strange not-knowing. The answers to our questions are not as important as the unspoken awareness that a woman’s womb is the place where it all begins, the entry point, the portal, to this journey here called life on Earth. Men, having nothing of the sort in their anatomy or, if you see things in another light, metaphysical body, are further removed from that energy/gynergy/kundalini/life-force/creative power. The vagina is thus the omega on so many levels. Hence their obsession with wanting to enter it at all costs, create neo-vaginas, degrade the female reproductive system, control our reproductive abilities (and hence women), etc etc. I cannot speak for all women on this part, but with regards to my own personal experience, when I did still practice PIV, along with the violation of the act was this corrupted panic/fear/desperation I could sense coming off of the male and he wanted to go home. How convenient it must be to live in the world and have a whole group of people you can climb inside of to comfort your own terror at being alive. Women don’t have this option. We can never crawl back into the womb from whence we came. We’ve gotta buck up, get tough, work it out through other means, and be independent. Men, however, can and do take the easy road, most likely unconsciously. They come crawling back to mama and shrivel up into our bodies in their banal, ongoing, pathetic existential meltdowns. We’re stuck re-mothering these beast-sized children who cannot cope with being alive. Our relationship with our own being, the one with the body that creates all life on Earth (except plants, obviously), is located in the hara/root chakra/womb, aptly given special yet specious consideration across all cultures. An intimate connection to our own bodies means that our vaginas are sacred, holy, otherworldly. Yeah, damn, I’m saying it. When a man crawls up in there, he’s hitting us right in our epicenter of being. This is why rape is so profound a violation and why women seem to be the only ones grasping just how big of a blow it is to a woman. Men, being basic as fuck with their understanding of all things female, cannot readily see the grand difference between putting their dicks in us when we ask them to (and whole oodles on that for another day) and putting their dicks in us when we ask them not to. They cannot fully grasp why it’s even an injury to rape us, or, if they acknowledge it’s an injury, rarely if ever does any man understand how grave this violation is the way a woman understands it. To cover up their incompetent ignorance, they turn rape into a joke, try to side-step the fact that they really do not get it at all and are incapable of getting it, even if they gave enough of a shit that they tried. At best, they pretend to get it and have all the sad faces and rehearsed expressions of empathy on hand before they go home and fuck their wives. We know it instinctively as women. A beating men would more easily grasp, because there are marks on the body. But a rape is an invisible wound to them because they cannot be violated at such a level–they have no such level to violate. Patriarchy has done a good job of gaslighting everyone, women included, into thinking a woman’s birth canal is a fuckhole and that it’s no big deal what goes into it. This is why liberalism completely misses the mark for women. Encouraging women to have casual intercourse with men and whimsically go on with our days can only be male in design, and it serves men. The ideology trains us to view ourselves as subhuman/degraded again, because it neglects to understand how intimate this part of our body is and what intercourse really means for a woman. At the very least, it’s erasing our womanhood by setting the bar at Default Male, which is the land where intercourse means nothing except maybe, “Mommy, can I suckle off your energy for a moment? I had a bad dream where I was responsible for my own problems.” Which says a lot about men, but getting women to buy this shit is some crafty evil funk. Setting the bar at Default Male is liberal feminism at its core: to fix the problem of womanhood, erase it and forget that there ever was such a thing as FEMALE and all the implications thereof. Any attempts to re-assert the importance of a woman’s womb is immediately cast off as a collusion with the patriarchal religious lot who hold the Madonna/Whore Complex divine and exalt women’s reproductive capacities in order to justify total dominion over how they are used. Which of course is by men and on men’s terms. Either way, our bodies are not our own–if they are allowed to exist at all (liberalism)–and we cannot dig into the discussion without the jaded discourse of men pervading all analysis. They’ve spoiled every angle. That’s why we must look at this from a woman’s perspective and cut all of that out of our minds so that we can focus on what is really going on here.

We’re walking portals, one foot on each side of the worlds. Everything that comes into this plane of existence, this realm, passes through us. This is not about god or Goddess or any religion, though this blunt association with the divine is where Goddess-bound analysis takes root. The idea is that every woman is a Goddess, i.e. she’s hella precious, valuable, irreplaceable, deserving of love, and fully human, all human aspects of humanness included: bodily fluids, all shapes and sizes, hairy, animal, dynamic, corporeal. Goddess is not a floaty lady in a dress in the sky. It’s about biophilia (love of life), and life comes from our bodies, hence our bodies are the universe, the gynergetic forces of nature that erupt as the world we see around us. This is why Goddess “religion” is so wound up with Earth worship. The Earth spawns all the plant life around us. In a sense, she is a creatrix as well, and it’s about that quintessential energy which gathers itself in some form and then spews out some new beauty on the planet. That’s woman, that’s Earth.

Consistent with this view, the target of men’s penetrative obsessions are both women and the Earth (lately, the galaxy as well, flags on the moon, etc). It’s a rage that this isn’t all about them. Or a terror that we don’t need them. Or the sense of being a huge void, having no major role in the circle of life. They are redundant. They don’t have this awesome creation ability. Not-so-ironically, they build an entire religion about how male gods created everything and even give birth to life, ha ha, and therefore they are the boss and get to dominate and rule everything and everyone they deem inferior through terror and destruction. Wait a fucking minute. It’s beyond being just a simple reversal. It’s a reversal through a broken and warped mirror. It makes them feel better and women confused as fuck, and if we venture to dig deeper, we’re lunatics or we get slapped back in line promptly. They’ve invested extensive amounts of their own energy trying to cover up what is actually happening here. Extensive amounts of energy. Anyone working THAT HARD to cover something up has something serious to hide. Their entire system is about corrupting nature/women. Why? Bloody hell, what the fuck is their problem?

Now we’ve got this new trendy trend whereby men think they can make a vagina in a laboratory, shove it up inside another man, and blammo! he’s female. The words hardly exist to express how deeply lost they must be if they even believe their own bullshit. The only way to get women to believe this shit is to abuse us to the point of passive acquiescence. Just like a psychopathic individual, it’s all smoke screens, manipulations, gaslighting, and fear mongering to keep us buying their crap. But, also just like a psychopathic individual, most cannot tell if the psychopath believes their own lies. The question tinkers on: “Are you so completely stupid that you believe what you are saying?” or “Are you so sick and sinister that you’d force others to believe this blatant lie only to serve your own narcissistic desires?” Men as a group behave like one giant hive mind of psychopathy. The whole system is psychopathic.

Rather than men weaseling their way into our birth canals, we’ve gotta throw them off–by whatever force necessary, basically anything that works–and allow ourselves at the very least a sovereignty of body. We will never have the Get Out of Jail Free Card to just go rip into the body of another woman if we find this place too scary (and we wouldn’t want to cause apt levels of empathy ffs). BUT we at least cannot afford to be their resource for when it’s too rough for them. I know we’re compassionate beings, and we feel bad for them, poor babies are scared, and we birthed them—all of them—so the mothering impulse is easily exploited in us. We’ve gotta wean off the dudes. We do not even know fully what we are because our power is stolen from us before we ever have a chance to get to know it.