They talk a lot about “feminine energy” as if it were a ready-made script. They say it is gentle, receptive, and nurturing. That it is opposed to “masculine energy,” which is supposed to be active, rational, and penetrating. This discourse is old, but it is repeated as if it were the absolute truth. The problem? It reduces the forces of existence to a simplistic binary and glues a gender veneer on them. As if existence were a game of fixed roles, as if a body’s energy depended on what’s between its legs. The truth is that this so-called “feminine energy” has nothing to do with being a woman. It never has. The archetypes that carry this name speak of cycles, mysteries, creation, and destruction. They speak of a flow that escapes control, of forces that do not follow straight and predictable logic. But the patriarchy has tried to box all of this into the figure of the “ideal woman.” It has tamed the wild, cleaned up the chaos, and sold it as delicacy. And this is where the profane feminine comes in. Because there is a feminine that does not fit into the framework of the imposed sacred. The feminine that bleeds without asking permission, that enjoys without guilt, that ages without fear, that destroys without apologizing. The feminine that does not accept being defined by the gaze of others. This is the feminine that scares, that was burned, silenced, criminalized. And this feminine is not exclusive to those who were born women. It is a force that exists in those who dare to feel, in those who are not afraid to dive into what is instinctive, dark and untamable. Ultimately, the feminine, both mythological and socially constructed, has always been a field of dispute. And it is up to us to decide: are we going to repeat the old script or are we going to reclaim what was stolen from us? Because energy has no gender. But it has history, it has power, it has cracks that need to be exposed. And perhaps, by touching this feminine that never fit into the rules, we will discover that it has always been a spell waiting to be released.

LEPSDOM You are different. The future awaits us. Kisses