My womanhood is not for sale.
I sit on webcam inside my nude body – shapely and gorgeous. And my womanhood is not for sale.
After orgasming I sit up and cross my legs like a lady and have deep intimate conversations with a gentleman who has visited me. I see both the orgasm and the woman (i.e. me) on the screen as feminine.
Endlessly feminine.
Endlessly magical.
My womanhood, or rather our womanhood is not for sale.
My ancestors had their womanhood sold because of the color of their skin. But even then, that did not make them any less of a woman. They also…and I’m not sure I can say this right, their womanhood never had a tag, and the truth is that in all Black woman that were sold – their own right to who they were as a woman was never taken, even when it was.
Even tolday people often treat me less like a woman because I’m Black.
I have the same poise of my grandma, the same elgance of my grandmother, and the same compassion as my mom.
This is a level of femininity, wonderness, wildness, and purity that goes back for ages.
This is the message that I want every woman to know. That regardless and in spite of what happens to them their own womanhood is never for sale.
In fact, the only times I’ve ever felt myself for sale is the times that I’ve personally let my body down.
One time when I was on my period I needed tampons and I didn’t have any money. So I sold something on Facebook Marketplace so I could afford tampons. That was a time that I felt like my womanhood was up for sale – a time that I coudn’t take care of myself during one of a woman’s most intimate moments.
Another time I felt like I had put my humanity, my womanhood up for sale is when I was searching a list of homeless shelters, realizing just how hard they are to get into. And another time a few months late when I was again desperately searching for a place to stay That’s time time I felt that my womanhood had left me.
One of the most powerful inner diamonds, a gorgeous sparkling inner compass inside of your body is realizing as a woman that your own womanhood is never up for sale. No if’s, and’s, “but’s, or regardless.
Recently I bought myself new lace panties. Why? Well because I looked at my panties and embrasseing my go-to panty stash was all ratted and tattered. An ex Victoria’s Secret employee with panties that are full of holes. When your in beautifully fitted lingerie it impacts every area of your day. And as silly as it sounds your panties (if you wear them that is) are with you from morning until evening. Their your forever lace, just like your body underneath it.
Times are dark right now, but instead of focusing on the world falling apart instead focus on your womanhood, and (as silly as it sounds) your panty drawer. Because your womanhood, she’s never walked away from you – she’s a sparkling light begging to be your inner guide. And I wanted to remind you that in the darkness, even if you can’t see them you can still hear the stiletto taps of your womanhood walking beside you and within you in every room that you in.
