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I Am a Woman Seeking…
I am a woman seeking. A woman on a heroine’s journey of curious exploration and self-discovery.
A journey of expanding into and reclaiming my golden sphere of potential.
A journey in which I’ve explored labels and identity and shed many that were ill-fitting.
A journey of letting go of all that no longer serves.
A journey of becoming.
Until a few years ago, I was a woman seeking men. I wore a straight identity not because it fit or because I explicitly owned or identified with it. It was how I presented — to myself and the world.
It was unquestioned.
It was unexplored.
It just was.
I wore it because I was a pleaser, desperately seeking approval and acceptance from the heteronormative dominant paradigm I was born into and conditioned for. That I was born into a voluptuous container that was every man’s fantasy of what a desirable, straight woman should look like only served to reinforce my unquestioned sexual orientation.
When asked, I had always said that I was open to intimate relationships with women but had never experienced one nor had I actively sought them out. I’ve always believed and do to this day that love and desire are not about the container but the soul that…
