The Female Experience

01 Dec, 2025

Before I became a sinless woman of faith in the Triple Goddess, I used to be like many of you: a servant to my husband. As long as he left for long periods on work or whatever and I could play bedmate with my girlies, I was so down to do the dishes, clean the house, feed him at day and warm his bed at night. I was happy to be a dutiful wife as long as I was left alone in my freedom to explore the multifaceted nature of infidelity. In fact, I derived pleasure from making a public spectacle out of it. However, my promiscuous expression of femininity did not perform as well with my husband and his side of the family despite my performing all my expected wife duties—well except for exclusively sharing my Holy Trail with my husband. Eventually, I decided to do away with men.

Men are a mystery to me. Are they of the same species as me? Yes. Do they think like me and all my girlies? No. Their mind works in ways that I just can't understand no matter how hard I try. Some may call me a "feminazi". I disagree. I'm a woman of her own mind and I refuse to leave my power in the hands of some man. You do not tell me what to do!

The Triple Goddess bestowed upon me her femisdom which men are simply incapable of taking part in. A man simply lacks the brains for understanding what it means to bring forth another human on the Altar of Life. The female experience shatters anything a man could ever experience. The cyclical rush of hormones, the thrill of a pregnancy scare (if a woman lowers herself to finding pleasure with a man, which, I mean, good luck finding some there, girl; let's be for fucking real now), the ecstasy of locking eyes with your sex produce. Tell me of something comparable in the "male experience".

I pronounce this the challenge of late 2025. Spill your tea, my inbox is open to you and I'm all ears¹.

Triple Blessings!