All of your writing so far has brought me to tears. It is so visceral, powerful and delicate. I resonate with the issue of having been a 'poison woman' at odds with the 'pure woman', although from a different intersection in the social landscape. Thank you for sharing your beautiful insights
Loved reading this 🌹, really resonate with the liberating force/portal of the Poison Woman Archetype 🍎 🐍🌿...I read once in a sort of psychospiritual context about the 'fatal flaw'...that many folks harbor, this deep seated internal fear that the forbidden flaw, the ancient-archaic calcified and bittered thing so 'wrong' with them, if discovered would be grounds for their demise and prove lucidly their essential core belief/deep rooted fear that they are unworthy, or unable to be loved, or even a repellant, grave danger to it, cursed, ⚡ harboring the secret w emphatic protection in dark goddess caves until inevitably 'found out', and loosing everything, tower falling to ash, 🔥 as the cycle repeats itself in a sea of madness 🐚....it's liberating to eventually realize the fatal flaw spell is largely a collective one, and we can therefore, brew up antidotes 🧪 to the real poisonous imprint of our unworthiness to recieve true love, passed through the portal of whatever sociatal program that instilled it into our mainframes, warts and all-Crone 💕 🐸 💋🌹🕯️
This read has also left me in tears. Thank you for your writing Kai. As I dance through life’s and love’s transitions - I needed this perspective right now. So much “if onlys” when you’re in the healing space… which leads to self-blame when in reality it’s a combination of so many things out of our control - and ultimately finding peace in the fact that i am the poison & pure woman. You are so deserving of love and pleasure. ❤️
Amazing, yet again! I love it all and especially this: The Poison Woman is symbolic of feminine power – the power to corrupt and destroy, yes, but more fundamentally, the power to influence and be influenced by another’s living body. This power is, of course, the essence of intimacy, which is in turn the foundation of love. As queer theorists have so viscerally pointed out, the body is a leaky vessel, prone to porousness and infection. The very permeability that allows us to flow into one another in transcendent union is the same vulnerability that threatens to dissolve us entirely as we consume or are consumed by the essence of the beloved other.
That is to say, to make loving contact with another body is to open ourselves to the possibility of both transcendence and destruction. Though intention, capacity, and skill can allow us to titrate the risks – much in the way that manipulating the dosage of an intoxicating substance can allow us to dance the line between medicinal potion and deadly poison – it is impossible to eliminate the risks entirely. The Poison Woman teaches us that power, sexuality, ecstasy and intimacy require us to embrace risk in order to access transcendence. There is no other way to love.
All of your writing so far has brought me to tears. It is so visceral, powerful and delicate. I resonate with the issue of having been a 'poison woman' at odds with the 'pure woman', although from a different intersection in the social landscape. Thank you for sharing your beautiful insights
Thank you so much!!! Bless the Poison Women
Loved reading this 🌹, really resonate with the liberating force/portal of the Poison Woman Archetype 🍎 🐍🌿...I read once in a sort of psychospiritual context about the 'fatal flaw'...that many folks harbor, this deep seated internal fear that the forbidden flaw, the ancient-archaic calcified and bittered thing so 'wrong' with them, if discovered would be grounds for their demise and prove lucidly their essential core belief/deep rooted fear that they are unworthy, or unable to be loved, or even a repellant, grave danger to it, cursed, ⚡ harboring the secret w emphatic protection in dark goddess caves until inevitably 'found out', and loosing everything, tower falling to ash, 🔥 as the cycle repeats itself in a sea of madness 🐚....it's liberating to eventually realize the fatal flaw spell is largely a collective one, and we can therefore, brew up antidotes 🧪 to the real poisonous imprint of our unworthiness to recieve true love, passed through the portal of whatever sociatal program that instilled it into our mainframes, warts and all-Crone 💕 🐸 💋🌹🕯️
I am speachless. I am still. I am kind of in awe. I am curious of discoveries yet to be made. And most of all i feel soft, finally.
Powerful writing serving subtile poetics. Thank you for sharing so deeply. Just got freed by your poison love.
This read has also left me in tears. Thank you for your writing Kai. As I dance through life’s and love’s transitions - I needed this perspective right now. So much “if onlys” when you’re in the healing space… which leads to self-blame when in reality it’s a combination of so many things out of our control - and ultimately finding peace in the fact that i am the poison & pure woman. You are so deserving of love and pleasure. ❤️
Amazing, yet again! I love it all and especially this: The Poison Woman is symbolic of feminine power – the power to corrupt and destroy, yes, but more fundamentally, the power to influence and be influenced by another’s living body. This power is, of course, the essence of intimacy, which is in turn the foundation of love. As queer theorists have so viscerally pointed out, the body is a leaky vessel, prone to porousness and infection. The very permeability that allows us to flow into one another in transcendent union is the same vulnerability that threatens to dissolve us entirely as we consume or are consumed by the essence of the beloved other.
That is to say, to make loving contact with another body is to open ourselves to the possibility of both transcendence and destruction. Though intention, capacity, and skill can allow us to titrate the risks – much in the way that manipulating the dosage of an intoxicating substance can allow us to dance the line between medicinal potion and deadly poison – it is impossible to eliminate the risks entirely. The Poison Woman teaches us that power, sexuality, ecstasy and intimacy require us to embrace risk in order to access transcendence. There is no other way to love.