Stand Up Goddess

Hello. Good evening. Thank you for coming out. Before I start talking about this and that let me ask you a most important question. Please don’t try to cover it up just because it’s unusual, or even unbelievable, but just hold up your hand. Who in this room was NOT born of a woman? Not born of a woman… aha… so we are all born of a woman, every one of us? Yes. That’s what I thought.

Then we can discuss being mammals together, can’t we?
Primates are mammals who are all born of a primate mother.
You see it’s not something we own up to, normally. We say nice things to our mother on Mothers Day, and her birthday, but what is that compared to the daily gift of life we enjoy, the breathing in and out. The joy of being healthy, or young. Or both. Even later, we still enjoy our life on the planet, still primates, even being old is good.
Who is this primate mother? This human being? It turns out she is a woman. Not a chick. Not a broad. Not a ho. Not a doormat. Not a thing. Not an object. Not just tits. Hard to recognize her from all the projections. We have to peel back the false identities we have put on her like a yoke, and when we are ALL DONE, what left is a primate, who started out as a girl, blossomed into a woman. Later became an old woman. Still all primate, still all human. Can we live with that?
We have to. There is nothing else.
So then what about the projections? Why did we create all those layers for her, disguising her humanity?
Because humanity by itself is not sexy. Its not a turn on. A chick is interesting, and broad is a put down, and a ho is masturbatory material. Why we need to make everything into mental masturbation? Ask the male mammals.
Because that’s what primates do. Primates, however human, are still just mammals. We need to see those mammalian breasts, and more, to assure ourselves that those tits are still ours, still can be claimed. Life is better when we see the mammalian body parts, it connects us to our sexuality. Yet mothers tits are off limits. This is why we don’t allow mothers to nurse in public. Only cleavage may be displayed for the public, because the tits are ours. Never mind that the newborns actually need the whole breast, not just the cleavage. We don’t allow tits to be shown in baby magazines, as the sweet lips of a newborn nibble on them. Oh no! That’s disgusting! We need to see them as tantalizing, and filled with false milk, enlarged or engorged with silicon. That’s masturbatory material. Primates masturbate on everything they can. If you deny this you have not visited a zoo in a long time.
Our possession of those mammalian females is as deep as the ocean. But how can one primate own another primate? We already have buried her humanity into images of masturbation. So then the next logical step is to prevent her from relating to other primates, especially other males. How do we keep her from exercising her power to choose a different mate?
Answer: we make her dependent on us for everything. Yet everything she does is the stuff of life, we need every breath she takes.
Mammalian primates, humans, women, work the web of life for us all.
Without woman there is no family. Without woman there is no consciousness of Mother Earth- SHE is the biggest mama of them all!

And we love the idea of mama. We want to have females who will treat us like their children, false children, since we are already grown up. Mama cooks and cleans and looks after the web of life, but we noticed that she is also independent, and that won’t do. This pesky independence of the primates, we feel the need to take that away from her, lest she leave US ALONE.
ALL CHILDREN FEAR THIS: MAMA LEAVING, BUT GROWN UPS FEAR IT MORE, SINCE OUR MOTHERS ARE already gone, and so we try to substitute a different mammalian primate woman: the wife/lover. And we begin to fear that she, too, will leave.
So we make it hard on her to do her own thing. If she works “outside” the home, we give her less money, hoping she needs us more. For working in the home, which is what our lives depend on, we pay her nothing. Nothing. It’s a labor of love we claim.
Labor of love is free. After all we own her. How we got to own her is a murky business.
But is sex part of deal?
If she accepts money for sex, needs it or not, she is a “ho.” A ho is downgraded from penniless dependence to morally despised but moneyed dependence. A pimp balances this scale, takes her money away to keep her cleaner, because other then a man’s touch, money makes her filthy too.
We don’t identify with the mammalian male either. If she serves a male, and should it be free, then she is only a slut. Getting money for servicing a mammalian male is a ho. Lower grade from slut.
And we are also somehow ok with projecting on the mammalian male that he makes her worthless by touching her. He is terribly dirty, and his touch is devastating to the human . It makes her used goods. (But it makes him a seasoned lover, hmmm...) And we hold these contradictions for centuries and centuries. We have encoded them in our laws and religion. Oh don’t get me started on religion. But I will talk about that too next.
Take a fifteen minute break…