Dear Future Virgin,

What if everything you’ve been taught about being a woman was designed to keep you small?

To keep you from your most powerful expression?

It’s time to remember who the fuck you are.

Wild. Untamed. Badass. Virgin.

Yeah, the word "virgin" doesn't usually run with the “wild,” “untamed,” and “badass” crowd. But I like the word virgin. I feel a sense of mischievous delight just saying it.

Virgin.

As in a woman who is owned by no one and is her own sovereign being. Virgin. An autonomous and self-possessed woman. Virgin. A woman who isn’t defined by a relationship to a man. Virgin. A whole and complete person unto herself. Virgin. A person who is interdependent in relationships rather than co-dependent.

I’m not a “virgin” in the modern sense. Actually, some have even called me either a slut or a whore. Once I even sported a Scarlet Letter “A” hoodie to remind myself that I don’t give a shit about what other people think of my sexual behavior.

Fuck them and their judgments.

Yet, I feel more and more virgin with each passing day.

No one ever “owned” me but it sure felt like it sometimes. Or, better said, I gave up ownership of myself. My body. My energy. To them.

Parents. Boyfriends. Husbands. Lovers. Employers. Friends. For fear of punishment, banishment, rejection, abandonment, abuse. Fear of retaliation for setting boundaries. Even fear of death.

After I learned that I’d be punished if I spoke up for myself, I stopped speaking up for myself. I became the quintessential doormat. I let anyone and everyone walk all over me.

I lost my virginity.

My fire went out. My body became a host for foreign energies of all sorts.

Losing virginity isn’t about sex; it’s about losing sovereignty. Society teaches us that we’re property. Not too long ago, most women actually were the property of men. And so many of us still have that conditioning running amok in our unconscious mind. Ugh.

So, when did I lose my virginity? With a previous partner. When I gave up my autonomy. My sovereignty. My power.

When did you lose yours?

Over the past decade, I’ve reclaimed more and more of my body. More of my essence. My divinity. My virginity. I feel more powerful!

It’s challenging. Uncomfortable. Rewarding. Underworldly. Messy. Beautiful. Ugly. Scary. Exhilarating. Angering. Peaceful. Disappointing. Surprising. Frustrating. Satisfying. Supernatural. Even psychedelic.

As I trudge through the dark recesses of my psyche to perform the most spectacular burlesque performance of my soul as I strip away layers and layers of conditioning to unearth the buried treasure of my virginity.

To resurrect my vibrant essence and reclaim my sensual body. My boundaries. As I tend to my inner fire like a Phoenix Rising to burn away the foreign energies that no longer serve me.

We’ve sacrificed our virginity - our bodies - to patriarchy for thousands of years.

It’s time to take our power back.

I’m calling for a Virgin Sacrifice.

No, not that kind of virgin sacrifice… 😉

A sacrifice to release conditioning.

To break patriarchy’s spell.

To give death to old beliefs, thoughts, behaviors, ancestral patterns, personal patterns.

To reclaim our sovereignty. Sensuality. Sexuality. Autonomy. Wild Nature. Virginity.

Together.

In a 7-week in-person cauldron of transformation.

Under the moonlight.

On Saturday nights.

On magical Bainbridge Island, WA.

Where I’ll guide you through a process of death, alchemy, and rebirth.

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To resurrect your sovereignty.

Are you Down to Sacrifice?

I sure the fuck am!

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Our Virgin Sacrifice begins March 22, 2025.

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