EAT MANGOES NEKKID

I aim to help women become more open and receptive by tapping into our senses, essentially less in our heads and more alive within our bodies. I interweave elements of sacred loving, nature, healing, and self-love with the beauty and complexities of the black female anatomy. I desire to be vulnerable in my work, to use my body as a healing vessel to express and honor my activism. As a 35 year old artist model, writer, photographer, nudist, sunworshiper, healer, lover, and pleasure activist, I have come to believe that a sensually gratified women is a wealthy natural resource for any community. Pleasure is power.
~ Sunday, February 12 ~
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Sadness Showed Up at My Celebration Party

Sadness showed up at my celebration party. Dressed in her black fishnet bodysuit and hooker boots. The bitch gets on my nerves sometimes! 

No RSVP. No phone call. Totally unannounced.

Just glowing, like the full moon in Gemini. Pretty as she could be. I invited her inside my home, a place I affectionately call “The Godis Temple.” A ancient, sacred space that houses my centuries old soul. A complex soul that remembers my mornings spent bathing in milk and honey and afternoons dancing naked under full blown sunshine. A soul that reminds me why I love gold bangles and eating succulent sun-kissed grapes right off the vine. 

I offered Sadness the option of fresh juice or wine. I told her she always had a choice in what she desired. She chose the juice and said she’d have the wine later, a subtle indication that she was planning to stay longer than I expected.

She joined in on my goddamn celebration party. Started furiously dancing like it gave her some type of room to breathe. To let go and surrender. She swirled the midnight into morning, never seeming to notice me watching her ass move. She had a grind like you wouldn’t believe….one of those natural, down-home, southern girl grinds. All three of my eyes tranced out on her wild, untamed sensibilities. I was in love. 

Then suddenly, like the wind in March, she left.  Before I could thank her for showing up, Sadness was gone…..just like that. I knew we spoke the same cosmic language so I sent her a message of gratitude within my mind. I told her she had the right to be here too. 

And I celebrated her. I celebrated Sadness too. -Anja Mhusurat Olowokande-Ame’ye (self-portrait)

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  1. butchrag reblogged this from eatmangoesnekkid and added:
    plates of fruits at my feet....indicating to me...wild...
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