liminal space (L-Space)

....transformational space.... ....becoming...being... ✨️GODDESS ✨️

[liminalgoddessworld]

Winter

Winter is always a time of ... well. clears throat I’ve lived long enough now to know the pattern. Things fall apart in winter, uxaku-xaku leaves dying off the tree, littering the yard and needing to be swept up every morning. Same-same but different from jacaranda petals in spring. Correlation doesn’t always equal causation of course, but I’m telling you, there’s something there because why is winter always such shyte?! Things usually pick up around my birthday, though, so I’ve learned to take it all in stride.

What is life but ups and downs, after all? I have perimenopausal brain-fog and stoner memory-loss so don’t ask me for examples.

If you’re into seasonal living, maybe you’ve noticed similar patterns in your own life. Or even if you’re not into seasonal living. Winter is for resting - very much no-really-I’m-fine-just-dying-inside kinda resting. And for introspection. Self re-calibration, you might say, because it’s too cold to be up to shenanigans in the streets, right? Or do I need to get out more? I also think of winter as a sort-of pre-planting season. It’s not just about hibernating and being out of commission for the duration, think about it as going deep within, gathering your power to burst forth come glorious spring. You with me?

Of course, some still get excited for winter because it’s cuffing season. In that case I don’t know what to tell you except grow the fuck up.

It’s also...July. And Leo Season is coming

The southern hemisphere zodiac says that’s Aquarius?!

After being a sun-child all my life, the idea of Aquarius being my sign doesn’t resonate. That may be because I still know nothing about Aquarius though so …

I hate winter. The past couple of years have been much easier (because self-awareness), so easy in fact that I offered to give my UV lamp to soneone wintering in Cape Town. They asked why I would give it away as if winter would never come again, … and you know what?

They were right. In my defence, that summer in Cape Town did feel like winter would never come again. oh waily waily

Ha.

Because my birthday falls in this season of deep thinking and self-shaming and future- as well as revenge-planning (introspection, just like I said), and because I’ve been doing all of that and more besides, I have thoughts.

I’ve been finding myself looking at women a little...differently, lately.

Listen. I love women. Hard. But...I’m also over y’all because I fucked up and started paying attention. Proper, focused attention. It’s rather unpretty out there. What are you all doing?!

[liminalgoddessworld]

I watched this woman build her empire.

She started out attracting broken women, as most coaching empires do. She was a survivor of patriarchy, you know the type: had her heart broken by multiple men while in search of marriage & motherhood and realised, eventually, that men just aren't a viable solution to anything really, stopped trying to get one to pick her forever, and made peace with being child-free while navigating her family's disappointment.

She then built a career and a life solo, and eventually started a coaching business that attracted women equally unenamoured of men.

You know how these things start. A free workbook to build the list, a paid offer or two, low-ticket. Come learn how to build a real life without a man from someone who's done it. Can't hate, we all teach what we know.

I became less of a fan when the calls to sign up for coaching began to sound strident, but that may be a me thing: I see capitalism and patriarchy as two sides of the same oppressor coin, so I'm never thrilled when women are encouraged to embrace capitalism but not warned that it's all one system, and we should be divesting from it all. I know, I'm a big, big dreamer.

Anyway.

That writer-turned-coach stayed on my feeds, and I was surprised when I clicked through the other day to find that her origin story has changed.

She is no longer a woman who got burnt by men like the rest of us. She no longer talks about letting a man live off her for years and performing for a ring before realising she was a labour mule and opting out.

Oh, no.

Now she's a super-insightful super-woman who always knew men weren't all that, who never married because she has always known marriage is a scam targeting women.

Now she doesn't coach on getting your life together after heartbreak and finding happiness while single. Now she's a solo living, career & business-building expert who charges four figures per individual for group coaching.

How to survive this anti-woman world: Do business like a man. Climb the corporate ladder like a man. Pay me $5,000 to show you how.

While I don't love seeing a messy history polished into inevitable insight, and love even less the pandering to capitalism since that's not the system-bucking move it's billed as...

Gotta love the hustle.

There are actually two women I've watched make this switch from life coaching to capitalism coaching in exactly the same way, and I get it.

Money IS power.

I guess I'm just jealous because while I've got life experience enough for two coaching lifetimes, I just can't get rid of that pesky anti-capitalism streak long enough to profit off leading women even deeper into the system.

Naïve, I know.

Maybe I need to get coaching for that.

[liminalgoddessworld]

I write for women who reject participation trophies, women who want or already have and exercise personal autonomy.

I write for women who see the world as it is and haven't given up despite the at time crippling despair.

I write for women who aren't lambasting men online while yearning to find “the right one” offline.

I write for women who are truthful in all things, about desire and pleasure and pain and loss, and about the cost of being a thinking woman in a world that runs on human foolishness.

I write for women who haven't given up despite the at times crippling despair.

I am not for everyone, and everyone is not for me, and that is OK.

[liminalgoddessworld]

It's my personal annual review coming up (anniversary of my birth) following six months of NO productivity

💔

No one cares WHY I wasn't productive nor should they if I'm just another cog in the wheel.

The problem is that I thought I was cared for and that my wellbeing mattered to others besides myself. I believed the "I'll protect you" and trusted the "I care for you" - yes, without a shred of evidence except my own intuition. Was it wrong? I don't think so. I think that life happened, capitalism happened, everybody had family drama happen, and I fell through the cracks.

[fillianore-moved]

so metropolitan museum of art has a register of books they’ve published that are out of print and that you can download for free! they’re mostly books on art, archeology, architecture, fashion and history and i just think that’s super useful and interesting so i wanted to share! you can find all of the books available here!

[thatdarnyeti]

FREE BOOKS?!?

[wafflewarrior111]

So... I found this and now it keeps coming to mind. You hear about "life-changing writing advice" all the time and usually its really not—but honestly this is it man.

I'm going to try it.

[missroserose]

I love the lawyer metaphor, because whenever I see “John knew that...” in prose writing I immediately think “how?  How does he know it?”  Interrogate your witnesses.  Cross-examine them.  Make them explain their reasoning.  It pays dividends.

[heck-in-a-handbasket]

All of this, but also feels/felt. My editor has forbidden me from using those and it’s forced me to stretch my skills.

[ineedthesons]

This is your "show not tell" advice explained!

[tarysande]

Editor here.

First, let me preface this with something very important: you can treat all of this advice as SECOND-DRAFT ADVICE. It is so much easier to rewrite this kind of stuff once you have words on the page. Telling yourself the first draft is totally appropriate and acceptable.

What we’re talking about here are FILTER WORDS (and to some degree verbs of being). Yes, “thought” words are included. But so are “heard, saw, looked, tasted, smelled” etc.—most words having to do with the senses.

This isn’t black and white advice; sometimes you’ll use these words and that’s okay. They’re not WRONG. They’re just weaker. And they’re weaker because they create distance between the reader and the experience of the character.*

If you want your reader to feel like they’re experiencing the story right alongside the character, you want to cut down on filter words.

*This is particularly important with first person and close third POVs. The reader always knows whose eyes they’re seeing through and thoughts they’re privy to. So you don’t need to tell them “I saw X.” Or “I heard X.” Or “I thought Y.” You can just jump into the action/observation as it’s happening.

This is also where you want to pay attention to verbs of being.

“It was rainy.” Versus: “The rain pounded against the roof.” Or “The rain howled like an injured animal.” Or “The rain tapped against the window like an anxious lover.” All of these are inviting the reader deeper into the experience of the story by using stronger verbs and similes. And, at the same time, they stir feelings (instead of TELLING feelings). And feelings keep your reader engaged. Engaged readers keep turning pages; engaged readers become FANS.

[theambitiouswoman]

Working hard from insecurity = proving

Working hard from self worth = building

Being independent from fear = avoidance

Being independent from wholeness = freedom

Overexplaining from anxiety = seeking approval

Explaining from clarity = communication

Staying busy from discomfort = escaping

Staying busy from purpose = creating

Chasing someone from fear = attachment

Choosing someone from confidence = alignment

Avoiding conflict from fear = suppression

Choosing peace from standards = discernment

Overgiving from fear = earning love

Giving from fullness = generosity

Withdrawing from fear = self protection

Taking space from awareness = regulation

Seeking validation from lack = dependency

Receiving validation from wholeness = appreciation

Controlling outcomes from fear = anxiety

Leading outcomes from trust = stability

Being chill from fear = self abandonment

Being calm from security = groundedness

Holding back feelings from fear = disconnection

Pacing vulnerability from wisdom = emotional intelligence

Clinging from fear = scarcity

Allowing from trust = abundance

Perfectionism from fear = never enough

Excellence from self respect = pride

People pleasing from fear = losing yourself

Being kind from alignment = staying yourself

[eatmangoesnekkid]

The female body was created to experience high-levels of intimacy. We have a whole literal clitoris, the only organ in the human body whose sole purpose is sexual arousal and multiple orgasm. Healthy intimacy and love are vital for the female body physiologically, mentally, emotionally, and physically. When we go 5 or 10 + years with no depth of intimate loving, we begin to experience vaginal atrophy which creates very thin genital tissues and dryness in place of plumpness and wetness. I love celibacy. I write about it. Experiencing sacred periods of celibacy is essential. But healthy sex and loving intimacy are also essential.

While “casual sex is deceased” in this timeline, the aim is to also do the deeper energetic work to attract healthy love in your body and life, rather than live too afraid, too insecure, too heartbroken, too stuck in the past, or too-good-all-by-yourself to deeply love another. Of course, be grounded, mature, and discerning about the lover you select to grow into more love with.

Sex is what these bodies our souls live inside us were divinely made for. And our world needs the felt-sense experience of more healthy love and real intimacy infused and grounded onto the earth. But we do have a lot of unlearning to do around the regenerative power of our bodies, our touch, our love, our sounds, and our vulnerability beyond common mediocrity and conventionality.

-India Ame'ye, Author

[liminalgoddessworld]

Joy comes in the morning, but the heartache of evening's loss and night's grief must first be endured. -Beauty's Daughter

[liminalgoddessworld]

[liminalgoddessworld]

Photo from @free-my-mindd

That's not Joburg but it's how Joburg feels to me. It stopped being "home" and became a prison. I felt like I couldn't see the sun, couldn't think, couldn't breathe. I lay in bed for days on end and called it depression. Then despair. Then, when I found myself toying with the idea of 'transcending realms,' I called it the executive function of AuDHD (self-diagnosed).

I stopped writing, stopped eating - I'd already stopped fucking a decade before and thought I knew why. I barely ate, and only because the dizzy spells from low blood-sugar were rather unpleasant. I looked like I wasn't eating. Someone actually asked if I was starving myself, jolting me awake to the realisation that I really, really wasn't eating. In my mind, I just wasnt hungry. I love food! I wasn't fucking because the city was slowly killing me, I wasn't eating for the same reason, but I didn't realise any of that until the words left and even then, it's taken months to make the connection.

My life has become a dessicated imitation of what it should be.

They say acknowledgement is the first step to recovery, right?

[liminalgoddessworld]

When you realise that the thoughts you were having were largely hormonal (OVULATION IS A BITCH) and you're wondering how to back-track while dealing with the sneaking suspicion that what you thought was just a crush is nothing of the sort. A year in? It's not a mere crush.

Not that it matters. Your penchant for the unavailable is holding strong, it seems. You're safe from poor decision-making, made secure by the fact that crush or not, he is now and for the foreseeable future, extremely unavailable for what you want.

Does that stop your mind from going "there"?

No. No it does not.

[liminalgoddessworld]

“What did you say?” I ask. A shrug. A mumble. A rearrangement of language to make the moment survivable.

He doesn’t know that sometimes I touch myself (how can I not) thinking about certain moments we've shared. Watching him drive (my god), his very specific compliments (jesus christ), his hand sometimes (not often enough) on the small of my back for a (short-lived) hug, his voice curling around "I want to kiss you" and "I like your tits" (sweet mother mary). Him pretending he didn’t say it. Me pretending I did not hear it.

In another place, another time, I come apart in his arms.

[liminalgoddessworld]

I've been thinking about how your hands feel. And how your mouth tastes.

A lot.

Like, a lot.

I even wrote an erotic scene just to try and stop ruminating on the maybes swirling around in my thoughts.

It's not ok.

Get out of my head, or come fetch me and show me taste & feel.

Either way, I need this resolved.

[liminalgoddessworld]

The conference was already underway by the time I reached the registration desk. I texted Secretary K to let her know I had arrived and when she replied, Come in, there’s a seat by the videographer at the back of the room, I ignored it. When she came outside to fetch me, as I knew she would, I followed her back in. She did not lead me to the videographer’s desk but instead to a seat between two men in corporate uniform who moved water bottles and files to make space

Someone Important was speaking. Secretary K quickly whispered, “I’ll see you at tea time,” before slipping away.

I smiled at the two gentlemen seated on either side of me. They briefly introduced themselves, nodding politely when I gave my name. As I pulled out my pen, notebook, and glasses, they returned their attention to the Someone Important at the microphone, who was saying something about excellence in quality reports.

That was when I saw him.

He sat at the other end of the room, directly in my line of vision.

I drooled. I dripped.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur of white-hot images and sounds.

His hand twirling a pen. His voice as he asked Someone Important a question — a clever question that made me want to climb into his world as much as his lap. In my mind, he would hold me close and shift his hips just enough to make me feel him there, pull me tighter with those strong, broad hands and murmur, Good girl. He would lay me on my back and move with unbearable patience while telling me his dreams for me, for us, for the world he imagined we could build together.

The throbbing between my legs, the heat pooling there — I was certain it showed on my face. I could not stop looking at him, and my fantasies would not release him.

I stared. I dripped.

There was a videographer in that room. I doubt he kept his lens trained on the speaker. I am sure he panned over the audience multiple times. Somewhere, there is footage of me wanting. Of me yearning. And not only has HE seen it, so have other people.

He was my principal. The sole reason I was in that room was to work. For him. When teatime came, I left the room before he could approach me. We both expected to touch base but... I needed time to pull myself together — and wipe up — before facing him.

Sometimes, knowing that footage exists keeps me awake at night.

[eatmangoesnekkid]

My loves, you can't lose divine union with your whore energy. You must truly release your "good girl" inheritance as well. That has been the huge difference between me and most of my female relatives and friends from back in the day. At my high school reunion online, classmates from 1994 looked far older than they were/are. It wasn’t about wrinkles. Wrinkles are human and they are beautiful. It was about vitality. The spark was gone. Many I am chronologically older than, but look and feel younger in real time. They ask me WTF I'm doing. Baby, it's my "whore" that is highly creative. What I’m maintaining or being responsible for is my creative, sensual energy, not in reckless behavior, but presence with it. When that current keeps flowing, you remain lit from within. And that internal light changes everything. In other words, you lose your whore ENERGY, then you lose your fire, spark, and real life fire and aliveness. Let me be clear, I'm not talking about "turning tricks." When I say "whore," I speaking specifically about turning over your life force like how farmers turn over soil before planting into the ground. I'm talking about: Staying connected to your vitality. Feeling at home in your body. Moving through the world with playful magnetism. Owning your sensual nature without shame. Letting creativity and desire circulate, even when you’re celibate or as you wash dishes. Even if celibate, you must feel your own whore ENERGY when you simply sashay down the street after dinner on your digestive walk. Or get into your whore energy through your vocal cords when you talk on the phone to a friend. It's critical if you are female to not lose your whore, i.e. your wholeness, the unification of Mary Magdalene and Mother Mary, whom patriarchy split apart and turned into two women instead of leaving as ONE WHOLE WOMAN. If you are in a monogamous relationship, you still must keep curiosity and flirtation with life, creative expression, and pleasure in simple things like when talking, laughing, dressing, or dancing. My whore energy shows up when I lift weight or spread in a deep stretch. I don't just flop down on my mat mindlessly. I spread and straddle onto my mat. In other words, you have to feel like water, like you like sex, enjoy sound, things like that, even if you are not having sex with anyone. That energy jiggling from you is a big time creative frequency that helps to regenerate your tissues. As a female, we were meant to be warm and wet for no reason at all. That is whore energy. Never forget that. If you want to move into new narratives, you will always need access to your fire, your whore. In this work, the key distinction I make is about energy and not about sexual activity. It’s about ownership of sensuality, warmth, and creative charge. I re-frame “whore” as “whole” — meaning integrated, embodied, and expressive. If you are triggered by the word "whore" or just don't like it, consider not stopping there and turning away from the invitation, but reach for a reframe instead. Feel free to use phrases like "erotic innocence," "feminine vitality" "sensual aliveness," "creative sexual energy," or "embodied magnetism" in place of "whore." I use those phrases sometimes, but none of them activate me like the word "whore." Whatever language you use, don't lose contact with this energy because you had a break up. Don't abandon your spark to become socially acceptable, fit in, be successful or get things done in life. Keep your inner current flowing in EVERYTHING YOU DO. Those who stay connected to their sensual, creative energy tend to move through life with more radiance and ease overtime. Because this whore energy is creative and practical. It keeps you expressive and regenerative. It supports emotional openness. It helps with mental haelth. It contributes to your confidence and magnetism. When it’s alive, your body reflects it. You move differently. You age differently. You think differently. You walk differently. You create differently. You live life differently. -India Ame'ye

[eatmangoesnekkid]

When I’m in the “frog” posture….

in order to access your highest creative power, the primordial energy, you must own all of your energy, including the ugly. you must own the beast in you, the predator in you, the bitch in you, and the whore in you.

[abrokegirlsguidetolevellingup]

The thing in society that everyone knows but refuses to acknowledge is that when a woman has the qualifications of a god and refuses to act as one they will be punished. For women beauty is power so beautiful women that refuse to act like gods suffer the most. The idea of the pretty popular nice girl is so funny and stupid which is why mass media pushes it so far. As a journalism degree holder if the media is pushing it its immediately probably wrong. Western Elites pushing these ideologies that are such blatant level down propaganda to reduce competition and keep women of color at the bottom because levelling up is something only women can do. A man is only leveled up when he's attached to a woman only women can by themselvels level up. Elon Musk and all his money will never have public repect while Jeff bezoz found himself a pretty women and socially speaking he holds more power. Well just so I don't get lost.

If you're a pretty girl you have to behave either like you know YOU ARE one - if you're wealthy ish. Or like you have completely no idea whatsoever and its an added bonus- if you're poor. And even then you have to be a god just a shy one.

What does that even mean? Pretty girls in poor environments will level up by dating rich and hypergamy anything else will be punished af by society. Pretty girls from the upper class should keep dating as bay as much as possible and level up by by being socialites and building brands.

What does it mean to act like you don't know you're pretty while carrying it like a god? It means doing skincare and eating clean so you can do no make up and clean girl aesthetic because you don't want to look like you're even trying. And dressing in that Old Money way thats lowkey and picking some religion (mostly Christianity) to give you the protection money would've and then proceeding to NOT be a people's person. Pretty girls are the most powerful social currency so everyone male and female alike want your time and you just need to make it home to help mom and study and bible class and whatever- then dating as far away from baseline as physically possible, and going for rich older men 48+ that had their fuckboy phase and have no interest in those games and know already they're supposed to take care of you- and then proceeding to uh no my religion does not allow me to sleep with you sorry. can I get my fees paid this semester? To be a god is to dress well, keep away from drama and not let people use you for social currency. Poor ladies have to play the nice girl game because they do not have money or daddy's reputation to protect them and all the boys are angry at her for being out of their league and the girls are bitter for not being the highest in the room so you have to placate and make up for that by being soft and sweet but not nice. Say more no's than yes' and run for office and try get a job at the highest office around with a social advantage. It means to always smell clean and look clean and sit upright but laugh at jokes and congratulate people on their birthdays and smile but not let anyone think you're actually friends. Aquaintance at best.Like a statue of Athena. You can look at it. You know its there. But you know its not yours or accesibe. You have to be nice so you make up for the burning resentment and sweet but do not overcompensate, don't offer to help, don't always text first matter of fact learn to reply in emojis or my stye- symbols.

Hi

Hey :)

Wyd?

Studying :)

Wanna come over?

don't text back ever then next morning text some hey gm do you have that assignment book? :)

Do NOT indulge people do NOT listen to or take part in gossip be busy join clubs take up extra classes but do NOT do anything to show you're trying. Do your workouts in your room and skincare in secret etc. But be a god so that no one can really put a finger on you. Smile. Be kind. NEVER nice. Sweet when you need to. Earphones and being an introvert will save you. Then go on Tinder or something and learn to fish.

if anyone asks maybe its the cheap moisturizer that you use (DO NOT PLS) and idk maybe puberty just likes you. Are you dating? Haha should I?

Be a god.