is chaos. She is flesh. She is the "too much"—too loud, too wet, too hungry. She is the cautionary tale told to girls who laugh too loudly at parties. Her power is stripped from her the moment she admits she wants it.
It means consent is your holiest sacrament. It means you never use your hunger to fill a void that requires therapy. You must know the difference between running toward pleasure and running away from pain. nymphomania priestess
But what if she is both?
I’ve sat in meditation circles where women talk about “surrendering” to the divine, but they flinch if you mention surrendering to the body. I’ve scrolled through forums for women with high drive, and the language is always clinical. Hypersexuality. Disorder. Dopamine seeking. is chaos