Before they stoned us for uttering the words of our mothers and drilled down into us to rob us of our moist and fertile secrets.īefore Eve was made to believe she was taken from a rib, before she was forced to be obedient. Before they called us hysterical and intense and emotional, before they beat boys for crying and wanting to wear dresses. Before they shaved our furry nests and choked the throat of our songs. The story before they shoved things into our sacred holes and cut the tips of our clitorises where divinity lives. I believe Eve ate the apple because, like many of us, she was trying to remember the other story, the story before the trauma of brainwashing and massacres. So I would like to present you with another story about Eve. Our life force or hunger to be, our erotic Reckoning impulses, have been distorted through this cellular shame and distrust.
I think many of us have been constantly ingesting things that are stand-ins for apples but always with a sense of being wrong.
I don’t know about you, but the serpent has figured highly in my life, in the form of lovers, sex, drugs, rock’n’roll. The myth of Eve has served as an eternal warning, an electric fence around our psyches zapping our impulses to revolt or question. How many of us feel as if we are fallen women/people out of the gate – that our inherent credibility or value is erased upon birth? How many of us are controlled by the debilitating terror that any form of disobedience or independence will lead to social exclusion and damnation? How many of us feel cursed for our curiosity, forbidden to know what we know, living amid a culture constantly manifesting a pathological and patronizing disdain for our instincts? I am only one part of a much bigger tale: her story has shaped a great deal of humanity’s story.
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