SLUT: I Will Not Be Shamed Into Submission

Mira Nedyalkova

Image: Mira Nedyalkova

“The Western Sexual Revolution sucks. It has not worked well enough for Women.”

Naomi Wolf

Last night before bed I posted a quote about sluts, and it caused quite the stir. I want to talk about the reaction, and the quote itself along with my opinion on the matter; why it IS relevant on NR for reasons other than it’s my page and I can post what I want.

First thing’s first, here’s the quote:

“A slut is someone, usually a woman, who’s stepped outside of the very narrow lane that good girls are supposed to stay within. Sluts are loud. We’re messy. We don’t behave. In fact, the original definition of “slut” meant “untidy woman.” But since we live in a world that relies on women to be tidy in all ways, to be quiet and obedient and agreeable and available (but never aggressive), those of us who color outside of the lines get called sluts. And that word is meant to keep us in line.” ― Jaclyn Friedman

In case you have not noticed let me clarify that on my page I intentionally post thought provoking images, quotes, links, etc. I post things that will make you uncomfortable, and question your perspective of the world. I have done this since the beginning and will continue to do so regardless of who tries to dull my shine.

If you don’t agree with something on the page, then you don’t HAVE to comment; you don’t HAVE to form an opinion and put it online for the world to see. I have spoken about this so many times that I am starting to annoy myself.

Commenting ignorant, misogynistic opinions is a choice, and a poor choice at that.

Someone asked why the post was necessary. I replied to his comment and asked “Why is this comment necessary?”

His rebuttal, “Just like this post, it isn’t.”

*deep sigh*

The post is relevant because I am a Woman, and I was promiscuous at one point in my life. I was called a slut, and shamed for my sexual freedom. Having sat in the solitude of celibacy for the past 2 ½ years I can say with certainty that I would do it all over again, and I don’t regret a single thing.

I do not regret a single one-night stand, I do not regret one orgasm, or blow job I gave in my life; I also do not regret the nectar of the Gods I allowed them to sip in return. I regret none of it, and the moment I do is the moment I hand over my power to another.

In that moment, I hand over the power to define myself.  I’ll be damned if I allow that to happen again.

I posted the quote because I thought it was interesting and well, it’s fucking true! I posted the quote because I felt like it. I posted the quote because the picture is strong with deep rooted symbolism. I posted the quote because far too many Women shy away from their sexuality for the very fear of being called a slut, or worse; the fear of being judged in general is often cause for most Women, even today, to repress their pleasure, fantasies, and desires. Collectively we seem to be getting better but we have a long way to go.

Have you ever noticed when a Woman does not “act accordingly” she is called not only a bitch, but a slut? Why is it that slut is the go to insult?

What is it about that word that makes it cut so damn deep?

Generally speaking, Men get away with far more in the sexual arena than Women do.

When a Man is fucking everything he sees, he’s not just a man, he’s known as “the man” by his peers.

Now, I am not shaming a Man’s sexual freedom or the choice to have as many sexual partners as he wishes; I am shaming the double standard.

If a Woman chooses her sexual liberation in form of multiple partners she is automatically a slut. She gets called “dirty” and “loose”.

I hate to burst the bubble of people who hold this mentality but what do you think we are supposed to do with a part of our body that is strategically placed on our genitals and happens to have 8,000 nerve endings? (Reference: Clitoris)

Sit on it, and look pretty?

Cut it off in some barbaric tradition, then sew our Sacred Yoni shut?

To be fair, I think male circumcision is just as bad as female circumcision (FGM). Though the conditions in which they are done seem to be far more traumatic, dangerous and blatantly unsanitary for the young girls who experience this as part of “becoming a Woman”.

I am the first to admit that in many cases promiscuity is because of an underlying emotional stresser/trigger/event that has not been dealt with; in some cases, the person (in this context, a Woman) may not even be aware of the issue(s).

There are, however, many instances where Women just like to have sex. Why does something have to be wrong with her? Why does she have to be “searching for love but afraid of pain”? (One of the comments I deleted this morning).

Why does she have to be anything other than a human being having and enjoying sex? Why are we judging her? Why do we feel the need to judge her? Why do we feel that we have the power, or authority to judge her in the first place?

Sex is amazing, and how another chooses to have it literally does not affect you whatsoever. Read that line twice, three times for good measure.

Who someone chooses to sleep with, how many people they choose to sleep with and the style of sex they choose to partake in does not hinder your quality of life in the least. Stop wasting your energy judging other people and use that energy instead to look in the mirror and see why you feel the fucking need to be judgmental in the first place; because clearly this narrow minded way of thinking has some deep rooted issues within.

You shouldn’t point your finger in judgment of another with dirty hands. Didn’t anyone teach you that?

Sex should be consensual, safe, fun, dirty, free, expressive, gentle and rough simultaneously. Sex should be all this and more, so much more.

Sex should never be shamed, but rather celebrated.

Silence No More: My Message to Humanity

Emma SIlk

Image: Emma Silk

“One love, one heart, one destiny.”

Bob Marley

I have been busy the last few days working on chapters for the book, along with just a general need to distance myself from Social Media a bit. It seems no matter how busy I keep myself, or how much distance there is between me and another Soul, I still feel it, my mind still thinks about it.

I can’t describe it other than a hole in my chest, a pain, an ache like nothing I have felt before, as if humanity, the collective unconscious itself, has been blasted wide open and mortally wounded.

I am referring to Paris, and the pain caused by the mass murders that took place.

The pain I am feeling is not just for the lives lost, may all those Souls find rest on the other side; this pain is for the division these acts have created, for the hatred, and anger that has been brought to the surface.

We live in a volatile world, full of tension and tempers, ignorance and indifference.

We have no compassion for our fellow man, we are nothing without compassion. This entire experience is nothing, it is pointless, eventless, and without lesson if we have no compassion.

I have my own ideas about the reason for the attack, but the reasoning doesn’t matter right now, what matters is unity, what matters is how well we see through the illusions that are being created by our politicians and media.

We need to approach our world as we approach our craft, by questioning everything.

A war has erupted on Twitter and Fb because of the whole “Pray for Paris” hashtags, the profile filter and memes. It didn’t take long for such a horrific event to cause division among the masses, because let’s face it, everyone is searching for reasons to be offended.

We have one group saying, “You don’t need to pray for Paris, you need to fight. You need to stand up for what is right.”

On the other hand, we have the PFP people who are feeling ganged up on, like their voices don’t matter, and their thoughts (intentions) mean nothing, which is leading to religious debates sprouting up all over the place.

If people want to Pray for Paris, let them. Yes, I agree that we need to take a stand, and fight back against the system, but to deny people the comfort of prayer in a dark time like this seems a bit ridiculous to me.

Is that prayer harming you? Is that prayer interfering with the investigation? Is that prayer anything other than sending good intentions to those affected?

People are so against the word prayer because they are so against religion, but religion didn’t fire those guns, religion didn’t take those lives, religion didn’t make them do it.

People with their own free will took those lives.

They may be using religion as a ploy, as a mask to wear, as a poor excuse to carry out their truly sadistic desires, but religion did not kill those people. Do you not see this is all part of the plan?

Let’s put a different spin on this: There is an estimated 1.3 billion Christians worldwide, and an estimated 1.4 billion Muslims worldwide, if religion truly, and I mean truly were the issue, then they would all be murderers.

I am aware of the oppression in predominantly Muslim countries, and I am not denying those facts. I am also not denying the Christian-Right and their cries of religious intolerance over every damn thing. I am, however, playing Devil’s Advocate, and simply trying to point out that religion is not necessarily the problem.

I AM anti-religion, but I am pro-individual; if someone wishes to follow, or practice a religion that is in their right to do so. It is when we start to venture into extremism that we begin to have problems, so please let us not confuse the two.

We do not judge all Christians based on the acts of the Westboro Baptist Church or the FLDS, so why should we judge all Muslims based on the acts of a terrorist group? Generalizations have never helped any situation, groups of people, or social issue, so let’s stop mass stereotyping.

The PFP movement, for lack of a better term, is to show support and solidarity for a city that was shook by violence.

I am aware of the atrocities committed in other parts of the world such as the attacks on Beirut, Kenya, Nigeria, Afghanistan, Palestine and Iraq, all within days of the Paris attack. It seems that society pays more attention when terror hits the Western world.

Irony at its finest seeing how the Western world terrorizes everyone else, but when it is returned, society loses their collective minds.

All lives matter. My life here in the West matters as much as a Woman, Man or child living in a remote village in Africa, India or any other place in this world. My life matters as much as a Woman being stoned to death for being raped. My life matters as much as the migrant seeking refuge from war. My life matters as much as the black man being murdered by the hands of those meant to protect us.

I feel for every Soul suffering, and I know they are no different than me, and if circumstances had been slightly different, I could have been dealt a completely different hand of cards; a life where I would truly know the definition of oppression because so far I have only had a small taste compared to the majority of my fellow man.

Every act of terror, on any scale, no matter who it is committed by is an unacceptable act, and if we remain silent during these times, it is as if we are compliant; it’s as if we are rolling over and accepting our fate.

I will not accept this fate, not for myself, and certainly not for humanity.

As for the profile filters on Fb, who cares. I mean, really, who cares? This has turned into the ‘red cup’ issue of this week. If there was no filter made available to show unity with Paris like there was one created to show unity for same sex marriage then people would cry out and be in an uproar over that.

Start addressing the real issues here, begin to see through the illusions that are being created, and start to unite with your fellow man. We have more similarities than we do differences, it’s time to start building the foundation of our ascension as a planet on those similarities, and rise up.

We are better than this current situation we have found ourselves in.

As a unit we can defeat those who wish to destroy us, we can fight back against our oppressors; only as one unit can we really dive into hidden knowledge, only as one unit can we win this war.

I am sure many will not agree with some of the things said in this post, the truth hurts, and it is indeed a hard pill to swallow.

Stop being offended over prayer, and filters, and start getting angry, allow that anger to become rage, justified rage, and then channel it; we are being dragged into a systematic war, a war where our lives don’t matter.

Now that’s something you should be offended over.

The Matriarch: Mary Magdalene


Image: Gianaluca Palma

“The church seemed doomed to failure, destined to go down to bloody death amidst the bleeding corpses of its victims, when the people discovered Mary. And only when Mary, against the stern decrees of the church, was dug out of the oblivion to which Constantine had assigned her and became identified with the Great Goddess was Christianity finally tolerated by the people.”

Elizabeth Gould Davis, The First Sex

I had an idea to write a post about Mary Magdalene a few days ago, I don’t know why but I was drawn to do it, only to decide against it in the end. I feel like I am not educated enough about her to even begin to tell her story, I do know that what little information is written in the Bible is not correct, shocker. So, I have set out on a quest to find her story, while in the midst of my quest I found the quote above on a friend’s page, and it was yet another sign for me to journey down this road, for whatever reason.

This is not my original work, but this is a really good read full of great information about a version of the Goddess that is far too often forgotten. The Women in the Bible ARE aspects of us, aspects of the Great Mother and they are oppressed, hidden, and mocked just like rest of us. Their stories were twisted, or negated all together, left to one sentence such as Dinah, daughter of Jacob; her and her Mother’s would worship Inanna in the red tent, which was destroyed when the man became threatened by the Woman’s independence. I ask that you keep an open mind, and do not allow any Christian perspective, or hatred towards Christianity in general, blind your view of this aspect of the Divine Feminine.

Knowledge truly is power.


“Mary Magdalene was of the district of Magdala, on the shores of the Sea of Galilee, where stood her families castle, called Magdalon; she was the sister of Lazarus and of Martha, and they were the children of parents reputed noble, or, as some say, royal descendants of the House of David. On the death of their father, Syrus, they inherited vast riches and possessions in land, which were equally divided between them.”

“Lazarus betook himself to the military life; Martha ruled her possessions with great discretion, and was a model of virtue and propriety, -perhaps a little too much addicted to worldly cares; Mary, on the contrary, abandoned herself to luxurious pleasures and became at length so notorious for her extravagant lifestyle that she was known through all the country round only as ‘The Sinner.’”

Philo’s Enigmatic Interpretation of Ancient Texts

“Sinners were people devoted to the moon-god, Sin. Moses spent 38 of 40 years in the Wilderness of Sin, the land where the god, Sin, was worshipped. Sinai is the feminine form of Sin; therefore, Mount Sinai can be called “the mountain of the goddess,” feminine counterpart of Sin. “Mary Magdalene” represented the Great-Goddess-Mother-Queen, wife of “Jesus.” Historically, she can be found in several prominent Roman families: (1) She was the daughter of Juba II, the King of Mauretania and wife, Queen Cleopatra Selene (daughter of Antony and Cleopatra). (2) She was also known as Agrippina the Elder; her sister was Julia the Younger and her step-brother was Drusus Germanicus, the secret younger son of Emperor Tiberius. (3) She was known as Livilla, mother of twins whose grandfather was Emperor Tiberius. And, she can be found disguised as a man: Philo of Alexandria and Emperor Claudius’ powerful freedman Pallas.”


“Mary’s discreet sister, Martha, frequently rebuked her for these disorders and at length persuaded her to listen to the exhortations of Jesus, through which her heart was touched and converted. The seven demons which possessed her, and which were expelled by Jesus, were the seven deadly sins common to us all. The struggles of these seven principal faults are; first, Gluttony or the pleasures of the palate; secondly, Fornication; thirdly, Covetousness, which means Avarice, or, the love of money, fourthly, Anger; fifthly, Dejection; sixthly, “Accidie,” which is the sin of spiritual sloth or sluggishness; and seventhly, kenodocila which means ego, foolish pride or vain glory.”

“On one occasion Martha entertained the Savior in her house, and, being anxious to feast him worthily, she was  ‘cumbered with much serving.’ Mary, meanwhile, sat at the feet of Jesus, and heard his words, which completed the good work of her conversion; and when, sometime afterwards, be supped in the house of Simon the Pharisee, she followed him thither and she brought an alabaster box of ointment and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hair of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with ointment – and He said unto her, Thy sins are forgiven’.”


“The word translated as “demons” can be, and is, translated as “Angels” in other biblical verses. Seven in Hebrew is Shabbat. Shabbat Hamalka represented the feminine side of Yahweh – his consort, and she is of extremely ancient origin. Sometimes called Asherah, Shekhina, etc., this goddess is a combination of Queen, Bride, and Goddess.”

Philo’s Enigmatic Interpretation of Ancient Texts

“The referenced “anointing scene” harkens to the Old Testament, Song of Solomon. King Solomon and his “Sister-Bride” sing a love song as they profess their everlasting love. Many myths of “gods and goddesses” describe them as “Sister-Bride, Brother-Groom.” The king of Libya, Juba II, first married Cleopatra Selene, daughter of Antony and Cleopatra. However, he married a second time: his second wife was Glaphyra, widow of Alexander III, son of Herod the Great and Jewish princess, the Hasmonean Mariamme. With that marriage, Juba’s children with Selene and Glaphyra’s children with Alexander became “Brothers and Sisters.” When Juba’s eldest daughter married Glaphyra’s eldest son, they became, “Sister-Bride, Brother-Groom.”


“Tradition relates that after the Crucifixion, Mary traveled to Italy, met with the Emperor Tiberias (14-37 AD) and proclaimed to him about Christ’s Resurrection. According to tradition, she took him an egg as a symbol of the Resurrection, a symbol of new life with the words: “Christ is Risen!” Then she told Tiberias that, in his Province of Judea, Jesus the Nazarene, a holy man, a maker of miracles, powerful before God and all mankind, was executed on the instigation of the Jewish High-Priests and the sentence affirmed by the procurator Pontius Pilate. Tiberias responded that no one could rise from the dead, any more than the egg she held could turn red. Miraculously, the egg immediately began to turn red as testimony to her words. Then, and by her urging, Tiberias had Pilate removed from Jerusalem to Gaul, where he later suffered a horrible sickness and an agonizing death.”

Philo’s Enigmatic Interpretation of Ancient Texts

“After the “Passover-Passion Pageant,” designed to merge the Jewish “Messiah” with the Greco-Roman and Egyptian “Dying-and-Resurrected Savior” (Dionysus, Osiris, Serapis, etc.), the woman who played the role of “Mary Magdalene” accompanied her husband, the man who portrayed “Jesus,” to Alexandria, Egypt. “Jesus” became the Alabarch of Alexandria; “Mary Magdalene” assumed one of the names carried by her famous grandmother, Cleopatra Thea Philo Pater (wife of Marc Antony), which were probably the names she also carried. Using the name, Philo, and claiming to be a man, “Mary Magdalene” became famous as the philosopher and chief proponent of merging of Judaism with Greek Philosophy. She also promoted the allegorical interpretation of scripture, the only method by which their story could be told.”


“Suggestions of commentators and legend continues Mary’s story. Fourteen years after the ascension, Lazarus with his two sisters, Martha and Mary; with Maximin, one of the seventy-two disciples, from whom they had received baptism; Cedon, the blind man whom our Savior had restored to sight; and Marcella, the handmaiden who attended on the two sisters, were by the Jews set adrift in a vessel without sails, oars, or rudder; but, guided by Providence, they were safely borne over the sea till they landed in a certain harbor which proved to be Marseilles, in the country now called France.”

“The people of the land were pagans, and refused to give the holy pilgrims food or shelter; so they were fain to take refuge under the porch of a temple and Mary Magdalene preached to the people, reproaching them for their senseless worship of idols; and though at first they would not listen, yet being after a time convinced by her eloquence, and by the miracles performed by her and by her sister, they were converted and baptized. And Lazarus became, after the death of the good Maximin, the first bishop of Marseilles.”

“These things being accomplished, Mary Magdalene retired to the cliffs not far from the city. It was a frightful barren wilderness and in the midst of horrid rocks she lived in the caves of Sainte-Baume; there for thirty years she devoted herself to solitary penance for the sins of her past life, which she had never ceased to bewail bitterly. During this long seclusion, she was never seen or heard of, and it was supposed that she was dead.”

“Mary fasted so rigorously, that but for the occasional visits of the angels, and the comfort bestowed by Celestial visions, she might have perished. She was given the Holy Eucharist by angels as her only food. Every day during the last years of her penance, the angels came down from heaven and carried her up in their arms into regions where she was ravished by the sounds of unearthly harmony, and beheld the glory and the joy prepared for the sinner that repenteth.”

“One day a certain hermit, who dwelt in a cell on one of those wild mountains, having wandered farther than usual from his home, beheld this wondrous vision-the Magdalene in the arms of ascending angels, who were singing songs of triumph as they bore her upwards; and the hermit, when he had a little recovered from his amazement, returned to the city of Marseilles, and reported what he had seen.”

Philo’s Enigmatic Interpretation of Ancient Texts

“Mary Magdalene” spent the remainder of her life in various locations including: Alexandria, Rome, Emesa, and Greece using a variety of aliases. Inscriptions in Athens, dedicated to “Juba’s Daughter,” were in recognition of all she did for the Roman Empire as the Freedman, Pallas. A tongue-in-cheek letter written by Pliny the Younger to his friend Montanus enumerates some of her many accomplishments.”


“According to Church tradition, Mary Magdalene remained in Rome until the arrival of the Apostle Paul, and for two more years still, following his departure from Rome after the first court judgment upon him.”

Philo’s Enigmatic Interpretation of Ancient Texts

“Paul was never an “apostle” but remained the arch-enemy of Jesus and all he attempted to teach and to do. “Jesus” and “Mary Magdalene,” using the aliases Narcissus and Pallas lived in Rome from 41 until 54. They filled powerful positions under Emperor Claudius and were responsible for the many innovations that improved the lives of Roman citizens, including the poorest and most vulnerable. Both their sons served as “Procurator of Judea.” (One from 46 to 48; the other from 51 to 60.)


“From Rome, Mary Magdalene, moved to Ephesus where she unceasingly labored the holy Apostle John, who with her wrote the first 20 Chapters of his Gospel (John 1-9, John 10-20). There the saint finished her earthly life and was buried. Mary was transported miraculously, just before she died, to the chapel of St. Maximin, where she received the last sacraments. She died when she was 72.”

“Allegorical interpretation of scripture: “Mary Magdalene” and “Jesus” traveled to Ephesus and may have lived there when she wrote “The Gospel of John.” However, her work was “over-written” by a later author who called himself “John” and corrupted much of her original work. “Mary Magdalene” was also known as “Io Anna,” the feminine form of “John.” Io and Anna are both names of goddesses. She died in 74 CE at the age of 84, just as Luke reported (Luke 2:36-7). She was using the alias “Caenis” and purported to be Vespasian’s “mistress.” She was, in fact, his co-ruler and his aunt. Vespasian was her sister’s son.”


“In 899 the Emperor Leo VI transported her alleged relics to a monastery in Constantinople. It was not until the tenth century that devotion to Mary Magdalene, the composite saint, took root in the west.”

Philo’s Enigmatic Interpretation of Ancient Texts

“Mary Magdalene” may have been buried in her family’s mausoleum in Mauretania as the inscribed “Roman Woman.” The mausoleum is called, “the tomb of the Christian woman,” which can also be translated as, “the tomb of the Feminine Christ.”

She has been forced to remain silent for too long, misrepresented, and it is time that we become her voice, that we become her Muse, and allow her story to be told through us.