Confessions of a libra

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10.06.25

Worship looks like gratitude and service toward the divinity in another. Worship has long been associated with deity’s. Yet you are just as divine. The separation between us and Divinity is man made. We can see holiness everywhere we go. When you choose gratitude, then follow that up with inspired action, that is what communion with divinity looks like.

Humans have always had great capacity for worship, as can be illustrated by our propensity toward religion. In our disillusionment with religion we have our turned our devotion elsewhere. Many of us are worshipping our mothers, celebrities and some sort of football team. Turning this capacity for reverence into our romantic and sexual relationships is to honour ourselves. Through worship we are showing more than submission, it’s about humility. We are showing attention consecrated.

Modern gender tug-of-wars have given us so many hang-ups about what it means to enact our deepest darkest fantasies. You have feminists wondering if they can go down on their man and still be considered a powerful woman deserving of respect. We have men that expect sex from a first date with a woman, but don’t want to make any offerings towards paying for the date because women wanted rights, right?!

Everyone is cutting off their nose to spite their face. We are all craving depth, better communication, more respectful sex and more honesty surrounding our kinks. Well per my personal life philosophy, I believe when you have no one modelling the kind of devoted love you crave – you have to model it. I modelled hugs in my family that was all cerebral no physical touch, and now years later we all hug on a regular basis and find comfort in it. I craved to belong to a family that was more physically affectionate, so I created an environment that showed my family that they were safe to want physical expressions of love.

Patriarchy is one of the biggest blocks men are dealing with socially, yet many are walking around unaware to the depth of disruption this system has done to their psyche. Patriarchy has told you that your masculinity finds worth in emotional detachment and performing acts of masculinity as opposed to embodying masculinity.

We can see this in men; grunting in the gym to assert dominance, bragging about sexual conquests for the approval of other men, only expressing anger as the main valid masculine emotion (but somehow pretending like it isn’t an emotion), and masking real vulnerability with disclaimers like “no homo”. Men are taught to overdo talks of money and status because they have convinced themselves that women care more for these things, than presence and reverence.

When you choose to engage with romance or sex while trying to have the emotional upper-hand and by tempering the language of your devotion – you are likely to feel unfulfilled. You get part of what you want, but at the cost of real connection. Every time you choose to step out of this box, and allow yourself to praise your partner unabashed – you are creating a lifeline within your connection. You are creating warmth and safety, which proliferates like a couple of horny rabbits. You are programming your mind and your vessel to treat the other person with enough care, it’ll rewire how you show yourself reverence. You raise the collective standard for both yourself and the partner(s) in question.

Fast, disconnected sex robs people of decadence. Instead, you’ve taught yourself that sex is the thing to wrangle and squeeze into the schedule. Then in the aftermath everyone is in a shame spiral, wondering if the other person really came, wondering if it was better than their ex – when all the while you could have been luxuriating in languid devotional bliss. We all have a little servitude in us. Learning to make room for slight discomfort, for a collective ascension is how we move from Western hyper-individualism to more grounded collectivism. We need more collectivist thinking so we realise that raising the standard for one, raises it for many. Men in the modern day are used to seeing servitude from the women around them, without contributing back to this exchange.

Even amongst Gods and worshippers, an agreement has been made formally or informally. A follower makes adjustments in their lifestyle to accommodate the vision of the God in question and the God provides mercy or ease in return. When you allow yourself the humility of treating another’s body as a precious gem, an unspoken covenant has been made that requires reciprocity. To take, take, take as the modern man has often being doing without conscious thought, robs women of the safety they need to abandon their adopted hypermasculinity and hyper-independence. You teach us that you are endless vacuums of want, with no forethoughts for the toll.

Worship in a romantic relationship wears many faces, but I know you crave clarity from me. Worship is rooted in sensuality. Worship is rooted in channelling yearning. From these private thoughts you are always having, to intentional expression of them. When you choose to kiss the stretch marks of your partner every time you see their tiger stripes, you are showing reverence. When you see your partner has been overworking and you organise to give them a foot-spa (even Mary Magdalene was out here showing devotion through washing Jesus’s feet), you are showing them that their vessel is of the utmost importance to you.

That though life may distract you from enjoyment, your partner’s diligence grounds you back into your body and into the relationship. You have taught your partner through sensual expression, that the relationship has always been a safe space. Worship looks like never holding back a compliment because you are worried it’ll get into their head. It looks every kiss of the hand with piercing eye contact. It is the weight behind the declaration “I am yours” and the excitement of planning to surprise your lover with thoughtfulness. You do not need to have a modelesque body to deserve worship, no matter your gender. A fat body is just as deserving of love and softness as a slim one. You do not have to contort yourself in the hopes that a future lover will find you more worthy for conforming to unrealistic standards. I expect a man to kiss my little belly with such fervour, that I am more a mess of giggles than self conscious.

Everyone’s bodies in the modern world have been stripped of warmth and treated as having to earn softness. You can worship every scar on your lover’s body, and you give them a second life. A life of honour. Your body that is natural, has been modified, is in transition or aged – is all deserving of this holy attention. We can heal each other through presence and praise. Let worship be the spell that heals the mirror. That makes you believe that you are exactly right for ever having been born at all.

I want my man to touch me like he is memorising the scripture of my thighs. I want him to kneel and wait for the ceremony of it. I want him to let my body be his canvas of expression and let me soak up heavenly indulgence. I want my woman to kiss every surface of my skin as though her mouth alone could translate its poetry. I want her to feed me in that slow, torturous way that makes time obsolete. I want my body to be the altar upon which offerings are made to the divine. I want my daily life to be filled with little gifts of devotion. I want my name to escape her lips with awe. I want her to kiss the back of my knee, to remind me how delicious even the most neglected parts of me can be. I want the God in me to see the God in my intimate partner, and never flinch from how blinding your devotion is.

Worship because life needs you to stop acting small about your answered prayers. What is the point of asking for partnership, then receiving it and treating it like it comes around every day? Humbling yourself before the Divine can look like kneeling at the foot of your lover, and offering your body and soul. Worship into each other’s mouths, across each other’s skin and whisper into each other’s ears. Start with simple actions. Uplevel your expression based on your inner truth. Let society continue to pay its lip service while you subvert the chaos for divine clarity. Let your romance and sex lives be a safe place for unravelling. You are worthy of being spoiled by someone who is fully present. May my words be the balm for lovers cravings in every corner of this blessed planet. Ameen.