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Les femmes et le secret.

Hello Loved Ones!

What if we talked about sexuality today, if we approached the famous subject that annoys : sexuality and the pleasure of women? Because there are still too many taboos, too many prohibitions, too many silences that weigh on our bodies. Too much ignorance too. Because we want to reclaim our bodies, meet them, touch them, know them and talk about them.

I was an abnormal girl. That is to say, I considered myself frigid for a long time when I was younger. To be frigid is, according to accepted terminology, to be unable to enjoy a "normal" sexual relationship. This is the rub. A normal sexuality is making love with a guy: caresses-penetration-ejaculation. And that's normal for whom?... I tried to understand, to learn, to take pleasure, when one day I finally understood, that my pleasure would pass by the knowledge of my own body and the acceptance of it. Finally, in this whole story, acceptance and letting go are the key words for a real pleasure. I was an abnormal girl too because when I discovered how to let go, I also discovered the ultimate female enjoyment, who could have thought, I went from frigid to "squirter"?

I was ashamed for a long time, ashamed to be almost apathetic at first, and ashamed to get off afterwards. I did not find my place in my sexuality. I had the audacity (because yes for a woman it's called audacity, or work ...) to multiply partners, to spread the thigh a little too easily to understand where my problem came from . With fear to either have no reaction of pleasure or on the contrary with the fear of enjoying and peeing during sex (because yes, at first when we don't know, -you know nothing John Snow- we just have the impression that we're about to pee on our partner, and that my friend can be embarassing...) At that time I really thought the problem came from me, you see? And then one day I understood. One day I came across a man who was not selfish, whose excitement was triggered by my own excitement, and for whom penetration or coming was not an end in itself. I understood that the problem did not come entirely from me, that the pleasure is shared, and that when one seeks only his own pleasure, the blooming is lessened.


Love women, love our sexes. Know them and touch them. Become familiar with who we are and what we need. To manage to satisfy ourselves, to teach our lovers to satisfy us. Being present in our genders. Talk about them aloud, talk about their appetite and their suffering, their loneliness and their humor. Make them visible so that we can no longer sack them in the shadows and so that what is our keystone, our epicenter, our essence is no longer bridled, paralyzed, broken, invisible or shameful.

There is still so much to say about our sexualities, our bodies, our pleasures, our blockages, our happy and unhappy adventures ... Because there are still too many taboos, too many prohibitions, too many silences that weigh on our bodies. Too much ignorance too. Because we want to reclaim our bodies, meet them, touch them, know them, and talk about them. For all women. Young and old, badly fucked and sluts, frigids and stuck, those who love the ass and those who do not like it, small, big, fat, skinny, ugly, straight , women, lesbians, self-sexual and asexual. For all those who want.