This community is for women over 18 who want to explore and share their experiences with sacred sexuality, whatever shape that takes in their lives.
One of the definitions of "feral" is having reverted to the wild state after being domesticated. Here, our holiness is sexual and feral, not defined or limited by those who want to domesticate us.
This is a community where the curious virgin and the experienced priestess -- and all in between -- can come together and affirm the holiness of women's sexuality and our sacred right to say "yes" or "no" to where, how, and with whom we share our sexuality. It is a place to share rituals and techniques for sacred pleasure, transcendent sex, and sexual worship, and for discussing, celebrating, and healing our sexual histories and experiences. It's a place to share reference material, art, and stories that will enrich, enlighten, amuse, and/or arouse the community.
Membership in this community is tightly screened. If your journal is Friends Only, please add queen_in_autumn to your friends list at the same time you request membership so she can get a sense of who you are. You can de-friend her in a week or two, or once the decision on membership is made.
Community Rules 1. To protect the privacy of our members, membership is screened, and all posts should be made Friends Only. 2. Feel free to post images or fiction, but do so under an lj-cut and label the degree of explicitness. 3. Due to the diversity of our membership, disagreement is inevitable. Tolerance is required. Question for understanding. Respect your sister priestesses. If you find a topic or practice disturbing and can not reconcile yourself to it, skip those posts. 5. Nothing posted here should be shared or quoted without permission.
from Thunder, Perfect Mind
I was sent forth from the power [...]
I am the first and the last. I am the honored one and the scorned one. I am the whore and the holy one. I am the wife and the virgin. I am and the daughter. I am the members of my mother. I am the barren one and many are her sons. I am she whose wedding is great, and I have not taken a husband. I am the midwife and she who does not bear. I am the solace of my labor pains. I am the bride and the bridegroom, and it is my husband who begot me. I am the mother of my father and the sister of my husband and he is my offspring. I am the slave of him who prepared me. I am the ruler of my offspring. And whatever he wills happens to me. [...]
I am the silence that is incomprehensible and the idea whose remembrance is frequent. I am the voice whose sound is manifold and the word whose appearance is multiple. I am the utterance of my name.