….Ella Mae kneeled down and looked up toward the ceiling. “Thank you father for….”
"ELLA MAE!" Osun-Anahata interrupted. "Who are you possibly praying to? Prayer isn’t about getting on your knees and praying to a white god in the sky and don’t pretend like you don’t have that image of God in your mind. It takes years of intense mental and spiritual cleansing to un-seed what we’ve been taught about God, that God looks nothing like us brown folks, especially us pussy-adoring brown women-folks. As soon as you say the word ‘God’ you immediately separate yourself from the powerful understanding that heaven lies within you, for every single person/idea/thing/experience, including heaven, comes through a woman’s yoni…that includes yours too."
"I tell you the truth, Ella Mae. Prayer is really about honoring the Divine or Goddess within YOU…. AND ME…. and worshiping the healing energy that stands before us in this moment. Our capacity to love each other is what prayer should look like. Our ability to BE in THIS moment without going too far into the past or future is what glory feels like. Glory is prayer, Beloved. And don’t get too caught up in my language that you miss my point, you see. Just implant everything you believe about ‘Jesus’ into me, into my womb, like a seed, and perhaps it will make more sense when that seed ignites into the holy spirit…through me, around you, and between us. You can even call me ‘Jesus’ if you would like, Ella Mae. Either way, I will be the one to answer you, my love."
Ella Mae’s confusion and resistance turned into a blankstare. Osun-Anahata took that as a sign that her lover was in a neutral space and therefore more open to receive what she’s been wanting to say to her for years. Osun-Anahata removed her beaded crown and sat her fleshy bottom on the edge of the soft bed. ”I would even say that prayer is about realizing that having the most profound, opening, self-less, and (internal or external) orgasmic sex can heal EVERY area in your life, how a sensually-liberated women is a wealthy resource for any community, to know that transformation and change can come through our orgasms, and we will start a revolution when more brown women start speaking more about pleasure ….the 8000 nerve endings in one single clitoris, whose only function is to provide a woman with pleasure. No other body-part on any man, woman, or any affirmed genderless or gender-nuetral person has more nerve endings or that level of pleasurable sensitivity than a woman’s clit. They don’t teach those lessons in church but if they did, I don’t think anyone would go anymore. Why should they? Even a marginally-cared for body has the same reflection as a holy temple which by default makes sex a holy prayer. Can you even fathom a better way to access the divine than through the intimacy, love, and pleasure we will experience today? I swear fo’ goddess, even if we are having a 5-minute fuck in the back of our Honda, that too would be a prayer right? Consider it like we are paying tithes to one another!”
Ella Mae contemplated as Osun-Anahata continued, “Damn Ella Mae Beasley….Do you have any idea how much abundance is in pussy?” The women laughed wildly together. “Even our laughter is holy because deep laughter massages the organs in our bodies, which enables our chi to flow and when chi can flow, the body is healthier therefore more useful to ourselves, and to ANY community. Don’t let the word ‘chi’ throw you hon; it’s all just energy. Remember that. I like saying ‘chi’ though….it makes me feel like I know some shit.”
"And besides, you are looking for ‘him’ to turn water into wine, yet my entire yoni is an unmatched watery oasis of endless pleasure, and why on earth, beloved, would you want anyone to turn water into wine, when you could just turn water into HOLY water, anoint yourself all over…and just buy a bottle of wine although I don’t think you would need it after all that?!? "
Ella Mae stood up, grateful she was already naked. “Yes. I get it now. Let the praise and worship service commence.” Ella Mae jumped into Osun-Anahata’s lap, and both sang Sunday hymnals into afternoon acoustic de-light.
I have been asked what it is like to make to love to a woman by some of my beautifully affirmed straight female friends. Usually it catches me off guard and I can never really answer the question straight up without using metaphors of nature so I thought I would write something, bit by bit. I haven’t run across too many spaces where queer/lesbian/bi/transgendered women are talking about sacred sexuality between women, a space where lovemaking with a woman can become holy. I thought I’d give it a shot.
Love-making with women can be an act of worship, where women basically heal each other and become one another’s devotee. A space where the body of one woman becomes a mirror reflection of the other, where one woman body extends into the spirit of the other. Like anything else in the world, this experience can be what you desire for it to be. It can be anywhere and everywhere between sacred, fun, a sensuous exchange of energy, love-enhancing, a wonderful fuck, a tantric experience, and all that’s beautifully between. Only you have the power to make it so.
It is NOT true that every women-lover uses straps/dildo. Some do, but certainly this is not a requirement, as I firmly believe that using foreign objects made out of chemical substances, not only ruins the PH, tissues, and integrity of a woman’s vagina, but also can reduce the creative potential between women lovers. Because sex between women is a beautifully, creative process, a woman must have cultivated the ability to surrender and*FEEL* in every aspect of her life, including the ability to feel her partner. Within this space of imagination and feelings, a woman can actually feel her clitoris extending into a woman’s vagina and this experience enhances a woman’s body potential to penetrate even more deeply by trusting and HONORING her body’s capacity to do so…. Even an energetic penetration feels heavenly and divine, couple that with hips, asses, breasts, thighs, hair, face, oral, sucking, kissing, from top to bottom/bottom to top, the sounds, wetness and warmth, squeezing, grinding, fingers, and you basically got a milk and honey bath. *ok, gasping now….am i really writing this??*
An aside: If a woman desires to use an object and/or if a woman wants to explore that aspect of herself as a part of her identity, then lovely. the good news is that there are chemical-free ‘members’ that will be much safer on a woman’s yoni. …or even consider gently using wand-like crystals, which not only penetrate deeper but have all types of healing properties, which would be healthy for every women involved, receivers and givers.
I adore Tantra, as tantra is a way to get MORE of everything out of intimacy and pleasure with a woman. Tantra has a lot to do with allowing energy to circulate between women, and this energy not only feels pleasurable but also has the ability to heal one’s organs. In higher vibrational spaces, this type of experience between women can be a celebration of and an initiation into the female creative spirit and the feminine mysteries. We can re-learn the secrets of our bodies capacity to do whatever it we desire for it to do. When we open to the great feminine (feminine has nothing to with wearing heels and lipstick), the holy space that can not only heal ourselves, but also heal our hearts, heal our ancestors, heal our communities, and even heal those who don’t understand our brand of loving and relating.
And if after all this, one still doesn’t understand what it is like to make love to another woman, I challenge you to just stare at a picture of some oranges. Think about how all that vitamin C contained within those oranges heal wounds inside and outside the body. If you got an orange, peel it slowly. Then eat it. Now you’re getting close to understanding, I’m sure. xo -BY INDIA A.(Written 3/30/2012) self-portrait titled: “Five Feet, Seven Inches of Earth”