The Truth That’s Shaking MY COOCH (And Making Me Rage)

This morning, tangled up with Jack in our bed, more skin than clothes, we hit record on the podcast and let it rip. We went IN on the new frequencies that are flooding the planet - the love, the heart-busting openness, the shake-you-to-your-cooch MAGIC of it all.

And I feel it, I do. I feel it so deep in my cells that I can barely breathe. But there’s something else moving through me too. Something primal, raw, PISSED THE FUCK OFF.

It’s the rage, sisters. The wild, untamed, ‘too much’ truth of my feminine power that was buried lifetimes ago. The howl that got stuck in my throat when the patriarchy told me to be small, good and quiet. The parts of me I hid away, terrified that if I let them out, I’d burn the whole world down in sin and chaos.

That’s what they WANT us to believe, isn’t it?

That our sensuality is sinful, our anger is unhinged, our power is a problem.

They taught us to cork our own magic, to smother our own souls, to be so goddamn afraid of our own life force that we’d rather suffocate than climax.

So as these new frequencies pour in, as the love cracks me open, guess what else is coming up?

EVERYTHING I STUFFED DOWN TO SURVIVE.

The rage, the resentment, the grief so old it feels like my only true memory.

It’s not comfortable, sisters.

It’s not cute.

It’s the kind of messy that makes you want to claw your own face off.

But it’s NECESSARY.

It’s divine.

It’s the only way through to the other side.

So I’m feeling it all.

I’m dancing with my dirty demons, crying an ocean of ancestral fuck up, shaking with the force of a scream generations deep.

I’m letting it move, letting it release, letting it burn away everything that isn’t TRUTH.

On the other side of that fire is freedom.

On the other side of that fury is a love so huge, so whole, so RIGHTEOUS that it reorders reality.

And I want that.

I want it more than I want to be liked, more than I want to be safe, more than I want to be sane by a world that’s lost its goddamn mind.

So this is me in the mess of it.

The glory of it.

The REALITY of it.

Uncensored, unapologetic, unafraid of my own becoming.

Babies, it’s not gonna be pretty.

But fuck pretty.

We came here to be POWERFUL.

So rage with me.

Grieve with me.

Shake the fucking heavens with me.

It’s time to let it all go.

And then — AND THEN — let’s build NEW EARTH with the BLOOD AND GUTS of what we burned down.

I’ll meet you there.

Mama Tiff
👑 Queen Taboo
& Channel of 🔵The BLUE