S*x Work & Body Worship: A Subversive Experience

You crave escape from the noise: Losing yourself in the moment with a mystical paramour allows you to empty your mind and become one with Spirit. Allow me to transport you to another dimension.

You find yourself within a darkened, misty forest lying next to a flame haired Goddess atop a bed of soft green moss. The sweet and spicy aroma of roses fills your nostrils as the trickling sound of a small brook echoes beside you. She watches you, waiting, silently imploring you to act and take your place beside her. Longingly, you admire her strong, long legs, alabaster skin dotted with freckles and wild, natural red locks. A vision of pale pink nipples, Goddess-given full lips and smoldering hazel green eyes entrances you.

A voice within whispers: Knock, and ye shall find.

Knock, and it shall be opened unto you.

You ask, "May I touch you?"

The Fire Goddess slowly reaches her iridescent arm out to you as you grasp her manicured fingers with awe, slowly kissing her pinky, ring finger, and work your way through all five delicious digits, proclaiming, "I love your beautiful hands. I want to adore you. Every part of you," you whisper.

"I thought you'd never ask," she replies in a husky voice.

The Sacred Virgin or the Dirty Whore

Body worship is one of my favorite activities and, in my opinion, is extremely subversive in that women are most definitely not worshipped by society as we are. The Sacred Virgin or the Dirty Whore: Women are stereotyped, dehumanized and left to play caricatures preordained by a patriarchal society that benefits by keeping us objectified as agency-less side characters. No one is all bad or all good: We're a nuanced mixture and this is what makes us human.

We seek to place people in little boxes in order to make sense of the world and control the uncontrollable.

"She's bad. I heard she does X, Y, and Z so therefore, I'm labeling her as bad and rejecting her because she triggers something within me, challenges an insecurity that I haven't yet dealt with and am unable to even verbalize."

We can be "whores" and be sacred. Sex has no inherent meaning other than the meaning we give it. I used to feel immense shame about my status as a sex worker and now I understand that I am treated as a second class citizen yet... it doesn't bother me. The challenge of fighting my way through this existence living an identity that's seen as "the worst thing a woman can do" is exciting and yes, at times painful, but

I now know that I am Worthy, a Divine being, and body worship experiences reinforce this awareness.

This blog itself is subversive because I'm reimagining sensual play as Divine, as Sacred, Holy. Abrahamic organized religion destroyed the notion of the Divine Feminine (the first and most authentic form of spiritual practice) as it sought to (and succeeded in) conquering the world with violence and hate. The female form/sexuality is seen as dirty, bad, and anything "authentic" about a femme body (like fat, stretch marks and cellulite) is considered "ugly" and in need of removal.

Get liposuction. Diet. Hide your stretch marks that show your growth into adult womanhood because empowered, adult women threaten the patriarchal control of organized religions like Christianity, Islam and Judaism.

I'm not saying these organized religions can't have value but they very clearly place women in subservient, powerless, positions because patriarchy doesn't work any other way. If women aren't devalued and infantilized, Christianity et. al. ceases to function and the Divine Feminine rises.

Yet, they can't stop us and the OG form of spirituality, a matriarchal earth-based (witchy) practice is slowly growing in popularity, especially amongst you youngsters. Folks are slowly waking up and realizing that money, power, and earthly materialism are unfulfilling. We've been sold a lie and are seeking meaning from this existence.

That's where I come in.

Body Worship and Romance

Body worship sessions can involve many things: Showering with a lover as they slowly wash us from the crown of our heads to the soles of our feet. This ritual washing is also a form of energetic (or spiritual) cleansing if done in a specific manner with intent using certain plants like rosemary, bay leaf and eucalyptus. I specifically love verbal admiration and attention: Tell me you love my toes, my heels, my calves, my thighs, my cellulite, my freckles, my dainty lady delts (shoulder muscles.) and explain why.

An admirer will massage oil onto my body (blessed and blended by me) beginning with the soles of my feet and continuing up as he makes offerings to me. This can be more of a kinky worship ritual in which the admirer offers themselves up as a sacrifice in admiration to me, "I anoint your feet because you are the Divine Feminine. I whisper my sacrifices across your perfect legs. Being with you is a sacred experience."

Admirers who go out of their way to show interest in this way feed my soul because I live for validation. For better or worse, I love attention and lose interest if it's not given in my personal life. There's always someone else who will worship me if a lover in my civ life won't but that's a separate blog.

Body worship and romance go hand in hand for me: My cheeks flush, my heart flutters and I can't stop thinking about you if you genuinely admire me and verbally express it because I'm a big, sensitive softie at heart (despite my somewhat slick and seductive mask.)

In terms of kinky play, body worship is typically thought of as something the submissive partner is engaging in with the dominant partner. An admirer of mine can kiss, lick and nibble every inch of my body as a way to show his devotion to me but it doesn't have to be a kinky thing. Vanilla partners have also worshipped me, possibly without realizing what they were doing.

For example, stretch marks appeared on my body when I was thirteen, causing me to reject my body and feel insecure. Because I'm so pale, they were even more prominent and the women featured on the cover of Maxim or in movies never had stretch marks so therefore they must be unattractive. If we lived in a matriarchal society or a society that equally values men and women, stretch marks wouldn't be seen as ugly. They represent the transition from childhood to adult womanhood and since our culture seeks to infantilize and disempower the feminine, stretch marks are a dangerous sign of a woman becoming a woman. This is why they are, like public hair, seen as a negative thing.

Slowly my stretch marks faded to white and are extremely difficult to see unless you're paying attention and are up close and personal with certain parts of my body but nonetheless, I was very insecure about them until I began practicing healing work. An admirer I was with recently said, "I love your stretch marks. They're so hot," which caught me off guard. This was a vanilla GFE friend and we'd engaged in a bit of kinky play in which he spanked me (why didn't you go harder?) as I was the bratty secretary who was purposely fucking with him as bratty secretaries are wont to do.

The admiration he showed for the parts of my body that are considered, by mainstream norms, to be unattractive (like my fat puss puss, although every guys seems to love her) was not something I expected from a more vanilla, if not dominant dude.

Vanilla or Kinky GFE: Body Worship Is For Everyone!

To me, body worship is an experience I can engage in with more submissive, dominant and vanilla partners. My laying back and enjoying the admiration of a partner isn't very dominant, in my humble opinion. Telling him exactly what to do and how to worship me is.

I may say, "Lick my toes and tell me how much you adore serving me as my foot slave," which is clearly something a dominant partner would say. Or I can lay back like a pillow princess and let him choose how to adore me. Starting in the shower or bath with a ritual washing, then blessed oil massage, then kissing and licking all of my Holy Whore Vessel is my ideal body worship experience.

Yes, I'm rebranding the word "whore," reclaiming it and, like those in ancient cultures, elevating sexually empowered women as Priestesses, on par status-wise with Kings and Queens.

Oftentimes, I don't want to have to work and be in control. I grow tired of telling men what to do: You already should know what I want if you truly deserve to be in my company. (Only halfway joking here.)

Please don't forget to hit like, comment and repost my Bluesky post advertising this blog because it genuinely helps me! If you read this entire thing, I am beyond grateful. SW voices, especially mine, have been silenced, our stories told for us and distorted by those who benefit from harming us. Yet we keep going, we keep preaching and someday, we will be heard. Those who haven't healed themselves will forever misunderstand us and it's not up to us to heal them. Yet, I know that many of my readers do understand me and you are who I write for.

Thank you.