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I didn't have a plan regarding how I would pull weft through ivory warp.

Fate weaved an orgasming vagina. I leaned back, deeply humoured with my latest arts and crafts project while I thought isn't that something. Birthing this tapestry felt instinctual, like I was needling a garden my ancestors planted, like the Universe was telling me 'yes girl, find your sex, lead with your essence'. On the wall beside the orgasming vagina hangs a sacred spiral and rainbow mandala with crocheted lace fringe, all made with my hands and my heart.

I would weave an orgasm,

deep and instinctual,

a garden planted with essence //

sacred lace made with my hands.

I can trust myself,

my body knows the truth of

what happened to me.

elizabeth ann

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