How I Use My :: Soft | Sensuous Femme on *Edge Style as vibrant persistent means of-- (resistance, t
(with itty bitty boobs, imperfect skin, hairy head of coarse dark hair--
on arms, armpits, legs, and *all (v)!)
to resist is woman.ly rebellion! it could be said that my ovaries have long grown out of the habit of the self-induced confinement of the habit -custom of jeans-wearing
i am All about the long loose skirt and equally flowing widely cut trouser-pant. (consider women in most other parts of the world a skirt is It. like, what else? pants are left to you know who, and rightly so. though there those cultures with men in skirts… nice!)
and the t- shirt, oof! unless it’s xxxl of slinky body skimming materials, in enticing earthy shades, and with a low slit neckline-- it gladly does not appeal to me!
these furry eggs of mine well-fruited, overlarge and verdantly Full-- such lush + wild phenomenons will simply no longer stand being squeezed into the common, the robotic, uptight, “practical” wardrobe traits of an individuality-artistically smothering society
now i will have my body solely draped in silks, velvets, woven cottons and linen, smooth flowing rayons, and clingy knits with stretch.stretch.stretch + lots of >>>>bounce<<<<
and a word or two in regards to this socially-savvy trend… (some politic-minded folks bringing ascetic-militant ideas into the realm of fashion argue that wearing natural textiles or wearing old clothes is better for the environment. i have maintained such “environment-friendly” clothing customs for most of my life without it being about any man’s politics/going green/whitewashing my guilt in regards to_…__. :i come from a line of women classed as “the practical-type”: so it has always been a natural thing for me--
being one of those earthy souls in the first place…
i wear silk and items with many past lifetimes because it feels good, looks good, and infuses my creative outlook | play of Life. certainly that is the Matter (important bit) in regards to “the environment" — whatever folks mean by that anyway…
*a world filled with humans who do things naturally :: and lest we forget Natural is Good :: because it Feels Right in their Souls + grows from a place of liberated heart within and is not (something enforced-championed-guilted from outside)
or just because it is popular/sounds good to your “conscious-aware" friends/political statement/activist activity and whatever else one can easily pick up one day and just as easily toss out the very next as soon as it bores them, or as their enflamed passions even out and they “forget" to remember to act out “conscious-aware" in their world --
living naturally sounds more sustainable to me than any of the other schemes (based on messing with human emotions/economic logic) that are floating around on the scene nowadays!)
<<< Natural — Feeling Good, living in Ease, with no inclination towards polluting on any level of Life anybody for THAT?? (and ya’ll do be for EVVVerything else though!)
below: i even wear old gold jewelry so as to save the environment from the greedy jewelry industry
as the drunkard of divine that i am--
tantric therapy!
a sensualist to the nth degree i am touched within and without on so many subtle sensitive levels in regards to what i have laying on my skin all day or what i see myself costumed in when i encounter my reflection somewhere (in the eyes of another or in the glass of a building) i find even my feet demand the same liberated state of Joy. living the bohemian-peasant open-air kind of naive life and hugging with love my terra firma for i have been a perpetual sandals-only wearer since 2008 along this journey of creative self-preservation through individual visual presentation— my arms, fingers, and ears have been served-blessed + uplifted with gifts of unexpected and delightful treasures
jewels real in their Essence —
(of solidity earthyness her-storic celebratory epic/silent reminders of the magic in artfully made adornments, those made to be worn and loved for many a lifetime)
reverberating boldly my own mystery + wonder
and happily synchronistically attuned to the same vibrations of Exotica by which i persist on being adorned and the general style by which i go about embellishing my Life
brass bands, cuffs, rings —
white metal dangles from nomadic women of old and far away
fringe necklaces or chokers studded with gorgeous stones straight from the bowels of Mother Earth
+gathered from around her glorious globular surface
<<<cultural artifacts from africa india arabia asia
these adornment artifacts-- stunning and intricate in their expression of Beauty, holding much but of whose origins are a total marvelous mystery…
still full of the sway of stalwart Feminine Power of which a thing really can be infused with and which really does allow itself to be transmitted to the appreciative | sensitive wearer-worshipper-adorner like myself
i pile artifacts on in my daily practice-play of life and am truly trans-ported by their presence on and around me!
___deep Essential art • beauty therapy at its simplest___
infusing Soul, i defy the same-old/boring/ugly! i am Woman as she dresses in woman.ly fashions
as a deliberate act of intention-- subversively subtle
in all its explicit and yummy implicit implications
the sort of thing you cannot rightly comment upon unless you too have made yourself up as such,
allowing for the Softer more vibrant energies to go flowing through your personal atmosphere in a way that reaches to and builds upon your deepest of Inner levels
(but i suggest a sincere try at it for all of us__it really is something alchemical…)
it implies and highlights something invisible + deliciously easy to miss and yet i notice eyes lapping the vision of me up (men and women)-- obviously tuning into something (superficially) and left confused and falling out of tune
for they know not what to think feel imagine suppose and assume about little ol' ME!
("superficial" in not possessing the tools by which to *dive deeper | embrace Unknowns they remain on the surface
gar far away…)
ah! the Soul that is the feminine Essence of Woman —
those juicy rhythms of heart that underpin our very *Reality
(would you like to see sadghuru — this is the first man
i have ever heard speaking so lovingly eloquently
truthfully ** on the essential principle of the Power of the Feminine …***)
my statement of Flow through femme fashions “changes the world”! (it’s about the only thing i make a “mission" of!)
thusly draped in the layers of texture + color
i incorporate in my play of visual presentation • imagery
i invite my body to vibrate — for my eyes to be brightened by shades and tones of the rainbow that work toward warming my heart, thawing, relaxing, ironing out any unnatural inner bends + kinks caused by built up tension or anxieties
with color i stand out and apart from the typical crowd,
so afraid of playing peacock they are — content to live and die as a blended faded in washed out ghosty comforted by its shapeless voidless background
the looseness of my layers cause me to sway in them —
my body dances and moves as i walk-strut-skip
through the light of my days and i notice others begin to sway around me,
unconscious of being affected by the looser energies
i reflect into my environs suddenly laughter, ease, quietness is there
healing the scars the heart endures in daily living not cinching my bust, my waist, or hips allows my energetical form | makeup to flow + be in accord with waves of feel good vibrations, expanding out from my liberated belly center. showing by example-- inviting the centers of others (even if unconsciously) to do the same
it is nearly impossible (for me now) to be stuffed full (for long) with the delusion and everyday mundaneness
of man-made/societal conclusion | confusion
| hurt | anger | worry
and when these misty clouds do pass along my bright blue skies-- they PASS!
neither invited nor allowed to take up residence within me
and… tell me, how do you represent your Being as far as Visual Presentation is concerned?
if you care to comment i am all ears!
