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is chaos. She is flesh. She is the "too much"—too loud, too wet, too hungry. She is the cautionary tale told to girls who laugh too loudly at parties. Her power is stripped from her the moment she admits she wants it.

On the surface, it sounds like a B-movie trope. A cheap Halloween costume. A tabloid headline to shame a female rock star from the 70s. But the longer I sit with it, the more I realize that this oxymoron is actually the most honest description of the female experience I have ever encountered. nymphomania priestess

Then light the candles. Unlace the robes. Stop apologizing for the heat coming off your skin. is chaos