Why Can’t Women Be Wicked? by Shadowysweetpapers

Another of those questions asked by my daughter as she confronts the expectation that she be a “Moral paragon of virtue”. At the same time, she is an emerging woman dealing with how to deal with temptation, lust and desires which, unfortunately considering the confusing signals concerning “how then you should live”, are normal. What I didn’t add in the title was this addition:

“Why am I supposed to hate myself?

Out of the mouths of babes and while I speak from the feminine perspective, aren’t these questions applicable to all?

One positive aspect of homeschooling is that when questions like this arise, you can stop, grab a drink and a snack, and go to a quiet place where you can honestly deal with these sensual questions without worrying about homework, time constraints, or other pressures.

For you see, even though I do “Have my interests, etc,” being there and working with the princess guiding her through her curricula, etc, a positive when one is homeschooled is one can stop when one sees something is important.

We did — because while one may smile, her questions weren’t just authentic, they are important because we are created as we are — sensual, sexual, spiritual. Maybe one should seek out and read my article “Less is Best” and “The Talk after the Talk“.

Who and how we are is influenced by our society and those around and with us. Especially when it comes to we women. We can be wicked while fully dressed — more often is not how we’re dressed, which certainly can be an expression of who we are. More often it’s in, well, our eyes and our expressions.

And then there is the “Times we live in” which influence what I will call current acceptable behavior. Even then we find that “being wicked” still happens because lust, desire and attraction are, I again use that word, inherent within us.

We can’t avoid it. But we can be made to hate it. And that is the point where I am honest with my daughter about the impact of Christianity and her self-worth. For you see, we can’t be who we are without the sensual structure we exist within. We lust therefore we are. It can’t be helped.

Women today are sensually wicked because we simply exist (I will say that though some won’t). The fashions we wear, for example, speak volumes. Jewelry such as hoop earrings, anklets, toe rings, etc, all send sensual signals.

I have more than once in articles spoken to these along with examples of xian wives sitting at the pool in revealing bikinis, sensual sundresses, tight light tank tops and shorts showing it all as they complain about the more decadence we live within — the dichotomy is evident.

Too often I have talked with Christian moms who shared their difficulty in answering those down-to-earth difficult questions posed by puberty-affected daughters because of the demands of xian morality.

The mantra that all is okay if one is married isn’t the real truth and the fact that we all commit adultery all the time in our minds isn’t something we want to outright share . . . How far do you reveal without sounding like a slut? Or revealing too much about yourself?

Especially when you have a history you consider your own mistakes you want to leave behind or, better yet, bury. Me? I elect, to be honest, too honest. Sex is real — it’s best to guide and not “damn” — this last word is not so much being condemnatory. Rather we moms can find ourselves hating ourselves because we’re confronted with having to even have the damn talk with the offspring in the first place.

Besides, sex is everywhere in today’s society. The Tenth Commandment doesn’t make it easy either: “Though shalt not covet” — most overlook the word. However, it is a hammer. I mean it. It means we shouldn’t “desire” or “want” something someone else has. Sorry, that goes against how we are created.

Sorry, if the guy is a hunk I might be interested, even get damp down there as my imagination does its thing. It happens. Espeically at the most inappropriate of times . . . What about facilitating a Bible study or focus group at church and suddenly an attractive woman walks who catches your eye?

It can be hell, if you let it and that’s is what is meant to happen in my opinion. To hate the sin, we have to hate ourselves for thinking about it which we can’t stop doing. So my little wench is wiser than she knows when she made her statement in the midst of thought: Why am I supposed to hate myself?

Being attractive, wanting to be admired and even approached by the opposite sex is natural. Even today’s over-the-top feminists are found out clubbing seeking what? Sex. Men are damned, The patriarchy be damned also.

Yet, if one watches what is happening, despite all the rhetoric we see women not just wanting to be but are being wicked. I choose the above illustration which is tame but filled with instruction if one only takes time to consider the many messages it contains.

I don’t “run” from who I am — outwardly and inwardly. I realize and enjoy my “Real me” with having to “Hate me” in some way. I am free to be wicked in whatever way I wish — with my eyes, words, actions and even my silence by licking my lips or twisting my wedding ring.

I am aware I send signals to others because I am among others who will receive them just by being present. So I take the time to address this and other realities with others as I share why I follow the Dark Lord.

At the same time, I take this approach with my offspring when she asks about all those issues that arise as she navigates puberty, etc. There are acceptable ways a woman is “Wicked”.

However, hating one’s self because she is sensuous and should see it as a sin is abhorrent to me. I am reminded of another old article where I described the wife who had the hots for her pastor who came to mind every time she prayed for forgiveness so she said all was hopeless because she was sinning even when asking for forgiveness. I believe that happens to us all — within Christianity and the other religions who often tout they believe otherwise but themselves have their own “Moral expectations”.

I end at this point having shared as I have for what it is worth and hope that it is helpful because it is just that for me — I selected the illustration at random from online because it is applicable and also acceptable to the Tumblr gods. Forgive the flaws in my writing and expression. This is written after time in my pentagram. I trust the Dark Lord is pleased with my effort. Ave Obscurum Dominum.