Thank You for the Wake Up Call, Mr. President

Dear President Trump,

You might just be my hero. Now, don’t get too excited or let that statement inflate your already enhanced self-perception. You see, yesterday was a game changer—and it was because of you.

Yesterday, millions of women all over the world marched in honor of claiming their voices and power. That in itself was a gorgeous thing. What tickled me pink and lit me up was the display of PUSSY. Yeah. Pussy. That word that you and so many men toss around without understanding the real power of it. That word that got you in a lot of this hot mess with the women around the world.

Here’s the thing. I’ve loved that word for decades. At first I thought it was the double S sound of it. Strong and soft, slithering, enticing. It could be the ‘puh’ sound that starts it off. Again, strong followed by soft. A wisp of a thing packed with enough fuel to knock you over if expressed in such way. But really, it could be the end. The ‘eeeee’ sound of it. Have you ever elongated that sound? Go ahead, do it now so you get my point. Yeah. It’s intoxicating. You can’t help but smile. That ‘eeeee’ sound is joyous. It puts a smile on your face. It relaxes your body. It reminds you that it’s all going to be ok.

Sound effects aside, have you looked up the etymology of the word? It’s really good. From what we can tell, pussy apparently is from the Low German “puse” (vulva) or Old Norse “puss” (pocket, pouch).
Phillip Stubbes noted in 1583 that ‘the word pussie is now used as a term of endearment for a girl or a woman.’

Despite it’s original meaning, my love for the word pussy was not widely accepted at first. Understandably, since it’s meaning has been whittled down over centuries to a place where it became more known for its weakness than its strength. Much like women themselves.

Which is why it was even more important to me to reclaim the word.

In 2008, I coined my business the Pussy Power Posse. It was my belief that if women could embrace the word, they could find empowerment and ownership of being WOMAN. I knew it could galvanize them to actually drop the shame associated with the word, the correlated body part and therefore the shame connected to being a woman—fully, madly, deeply. I knew it wouldn’t be for everyone. Nothing is. But with what I’m committed to, helping women rock their mojo, I knew it could be a powerful way in for many of them. I know this because I’ve lived it.

I’m a woman who’s been sexually grabbed without giving consent. I’ve been raped, punched, slapped and verbally demeaned. I know what feeling unsafe in your own body is like. How it strips you of any sense of self worth. How it leaves you walking through life like a human zombie just praying you’ll make it through the day so you can sleep to shut the world off even for a few hours. How it makes you question one of the fundamental birthrights of every being: am I loveable?

When the majority of women on the planet are walking around in that state, it’s not good for anyone.

But then you arrived on the political scene and woke so many of us up with the utterance of that word I adore: pussy.

You used the word in it’s most base and misunderstood form. Pussy—as in vagina. With the inflection on it being weak and lacking power. You know, like guys say to each other in locker rooms. I get it.

Which brings me back to 2008 when I started the Pussy Power Posse. It was an uphill battle. Polarizing to say the least. Some women were totally on board and got it. Many, not. Ultimately, I took the advice of my mentors and changed the name in the spirit of reaching more women.

That’s how MOJO came to the forefront of the message. It makes sense because I, like quantum physicists, approach life with the understanding that everything is energy. It’s always been the basis of my work and how I choose to move through life.

When we look through this lens many ancient texts reference this energy. Some call it chi, qi, prana, sexual energy, life force…I call it mojo. Either way, it is the undeniable ever-present energy within us and all things that moves everything in life forward. Napoleon Hill writes about it in Chapter 11 of his business cult classic, Think and Grow Rich. They also all state that the source of this energy in a human body lives below the navel and above the pubic bone. In yogic terms, it’s the second chakra. In martial art terms, it’s the dan tien. In biological terms, it’s the female reproductive organs. Which means that one way to access this life force is through the very place you so casually suggested grabbing.

I happily pulled out my love your pussy t-shirt yesterday and posted a picture on social media. It got a lot of thumbs up. Not all. And that’s cool. There’s more work to do. But the connection between a woman loving her pussy and owning her mojo is becoming more clear.

Now, as much as I love the word pussy, it’s not about the word per se. It’s about women owning their power. It’s about women feeling confident in their own skin. It’s about women living a turned on life—in every sense of it. Because when women are in the shadows, no one wins. Because when women are demeaned, no one wins. Because when women are reduced to a single body part, no one wins.

But, in every sense of the word, when a woman loves her pussy, the source of life and life force, she has direct access to her mojo. You have helped bridge that gap.

Yesterday, seeing all those women (and stunning men) marching all over the world with their signs proudly claiming what’s always been ours to begin with…well, it lit me up from the bottom of my pussy.

Always love,