In these past seven years as a single woman and after a few frustrated investments in men, I asked myself why men? Why am I dating men if I know all the trouble I am going to face when trying to get to know a human being who is so insecure and fearful to the […]
All About Love… Is It? Read More »
Oh no! The erotic love itself never satisfied me. Romantic love, this one invented by men, possessive, jealous, insecure, and destructive, never meant love or even sex. Not to me. Some part of me, my naive Aphrodite’s child, wisely never separated love from sex. Since her first self-touch, deep down, from her spiritual awareness and connection to her real wild nature, she knew every physical connection couldn`t be good without the energy of love, and although all the hurt patriarchy has caused me on so many levels, I got to never hate men. My understanding of their insertion into this brutal structure makes me love all of them, even though I don`t like some of them sometimes.
Sex & Love, From Socrates to Erich Fromm and All The Men I`ve Been With Read More »
In the last two weeks I have seen terrible episodes of harassment involving women that made me find time to write, after almost a year, because I couldn\’t just let it go. The first in question is the case of student Patricia Linhares, from the Unisagrado biomedicine course – Bauru, SP, Brazil. The student was
\”It Was (not) Just a Mistake!\” Read More »
Ser mulher não é fácil. Acho que já disse isso aqui algumas vezes. Não me levem a mal, não entendam isso como uma série de lamentações, reclamações repetitivas sem propósito. Não seria leviana a esse ponto. Desabafo, choro literal e metaforicamente entre as linhas aqui escritas, mas quando trato de dizer que nascer sob o
Apodere-se do seu destino, liberte-se! Read More »
Há pouco mais de um ano eu caminhava no parque quando observei um menino sentado à calçada aos berros. Seu joelho estava ralado, provavelmente havia caído. Ele chorava e dizia ao pai que doía muito. Lembro-me de ter pensado: é, meu amor, cair dói, crescer dói e como dói. Naquela época estava em um relacionamento
Once upon a time there was a little place hidden in the middle of a sea of coffee mountains, located in the enchanted State of Minas Gerais. Along its roads, dazzling waterfalls appear, mostly hidden in the forest, only those who know know where they are. Its falls form pools of almost crystal clear water, full of
A HAPPY WAITING: A MATTER OF CHOICE. Read More »
July 31st was the last day on the job. I resigned a few days earlier, believing that I was preparing to move to Canada. I would only have a month to organize myself and restart the projects, set aside in recent months due to lack of time. The first days of vacation came as a relief. I was
ABOUT LIMITING BELIEFS Read More »
Women are the only means of transportation to reach land. We are divine portals, honor the feminine in you! UHUM, CER This has been a phrase often conveyed by some women who sympathize with or study the philosophy of the sacred feminine and that deeply bothers me for dating a sexist religiosity, such is the danger of
I AM MY GODDESS AND MY SACRED IS FREE! Read More »
