Clitoral vs. Cervical Orgasms/ No Comparison – Transcript
Clitoral orgasms just don’t have the depth and substance to activate your genius.
Clitoral orgasms are “sex for NPCs.”
The kinds of people who would tell you that “HRT is the best!” And “Everyone needs to be on it!”
No one cares, bitch.
Your NPC-ism is showing.
Your capacity for pleasure—and independent thought—is showing.
So, you go deep into the vagina, and you learn to create yourself, your body, your life.
And your art.
Clitoral orgasms are one of the the main reasons why women are underfucked.
Because there is so much sexual ignorance and MIS-informatiln out there, especially espoused by idiots like doctors, OBGYNs and so-caled sex experts, most women end up believing various shapes of the clitoral lie, such as:
Clitoral orgasms are where it’s at.
Every other female orgasm is just a clitoral orgasm in disguise.
Vaginas are numb—so stimulate your clitoris instead
The clitoris is literally the tip of the iceberg
It is 10% of the power and pleasure a woman can have.
It’s an appetizer. A warmup.
It’s like existing on a diet of M&Ms and thinking that you are nourishing yourself.
Or that you’ve reached the peaks of gastronomy.
When all you’ve been doing is dining at McDonalds your whole life.
Nah girl. You aren’t even close.
IN fact, you’ve been dining on peasant food.
So woman up, and get yourself into your vagina.
My Cervix Chooses My Man
Clit chooses wounded men and “narcissists”
Vagina chooses mature men capable of deep love and the expression of it
Cervix makes the best decisions
Clitoris – superficial, more lust-driven
- Doesn’t go deep. It’s literally on the surface. Right?
Cervix – vagus nerve, see God, creation portal, connects the head, heart and vagina. Bypassing mental chatter and immature, reactive emotional decisions – goes higher. Transcends all that for a higher viewpoint – the cervix. Spiritual.
Even Freud called a woman’s vaginal orgasms the “mature orgasms”.
He’s 100% right.
He was the first person in any kind of scholarly capacity that I’d ever heard address this.
I’d had my own experiences of enlightenment in the vagina.
((( I was only interested in cervical orgasm sex)))
I had vaginal orgasms before I had clitoral ones.
My very first orgasm—ever—was a cervical orgasm.
It was transcendent, like a drug/altered state experience.
I was high, euphoric and utterly centered and grounded in myself—and in love with myself—in the most profound way.
I felt more connected to myself than perhaps I’d ever been in my life.
And when I went out into the world, I felt grounded and peaceful and confident.
The world was no match for my poise and calm.
I floated amongst it all, impenetrable, because I was so fully penetrated.
When I later stumbled upon a clitoral orgasm, I was like: “Ah. This is fun. But it’s nothing like my vagina.”
It’s fun. Good for a laugh.
But nothing more than that.
The reason I do what I do—the reason I teach peole about sex and intimacy is because of my cervix.
Because THOSE experiences were my gold standard – my only standard, really, for what sex is meant to be:
- Profound.
- Life-changing
- Transcendent
- Self-actuzling
- Being reborn
- Becoming smarter, wittier
- Feeling the true beauty of who I am
- A total system reset
Or just jerking one out?
Which would you rather?
This is the greatest secret and gift of cervical orgasms.
You open fully. You let your guard down.
You come together and you let go to the depths of who you are.
And you toss it into the fire.
It’s the ultimate spiritual enactment of “thy will be done”.
Of trading in the little ego for the big self.
Of trading in your fears, your walls, your defense mechanisms.
The false parts of you that you’ve accumulated over the years.
When you take that deep breath and you jump into the abyss.
There’s a phrase from a Rumi poem I love:
“They fall, and falling, they’re given wings.”
It’s part of a poem called Sky-Circles:
“The way of love is not a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall and falling, they’re given wings.”
So the “devastation” we’re talking about is the smashing of the ego, the little self, the outer layers of us that we’ve contracted over the years and decades.
They’re less true. A more diluted version of who we are.
THAT’S what gets tossed.
A combustion of everything impure.
You get closer and closer to a tabala rasa.
To the soul of you.
This is why I always say this is the greatest reset for us.
Yes, I can totally make the argument for vagus nerve ANS reset.
But the deeper elements of this are a soul-level restoration.
Self-actualzing.
Remembering who you really are.
And the power of, the most important tool of our sexual energy, and for women, of their cervical orgasms, because none of the other ones even come close to delivering this, is this full multi-body, multi-dimensional energy wash.
Restoring you—again and again, the more you have them, the deeper you go—to the most you of you.
And leaves you fully recalibrated.
The greatest reset.
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The clitoral orgasm is mainly a physical experience.
There’s a build-up, a peak, some pelvic contractions, and then a descent in energy..
It really is like eating a candy bar. It tastes sweet in the moment.
You get a sugar high from it.
And maybe 20 minutes later that starts to fade.
And you’re lucky if you don’t need a nap afterwards.
It’s a kind of release valve.
On a small scale.
I’d transcended
I was like, oh, this is fun. Like a sugar hit; eating a candy bar
Brief, pleasant and then gone.
I had no interest in that.
compared to eating a Michelin star meal.
Not when I could see God and self-actualize through my vagina.
I stumbled upon them by accident.
Well, I guess all of them happened like that. I had no idea what I as doing, nor did my partners at the time.
We just followed and flowed with what intuitively felt right.
And got to these wild places.
Why would I even bother?
I don’t, actually.
And the women who find God in their vaginas, aka cervical orgasms, in my salons, don’t either.
They don’t go back.
If you could eat Michelin star meals for the rest of your life, would you ever set foot in a McDonald’s again?
Maybe you’d try it now and then.
And you’d feel sick. And gross. And tired.
And you’d remember that you don’t slum it anymore.
Yeah, slumming it in the land of the clitoris.
Leave that to the sexual peasants, like the OBGYNs and the so-called experts trying to say that women don’t like sex because clitoris good, vagina bad.
Fucktard morons.
Let them eat clit.
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My cervix chooses my men.
In the My Cervix Is My CEO a few episodes ago, we spoke about how when a woman is connected to her cervix, she makes much better decisions.
She gets a bigger picture, soul-infused perspective on things.
One of the things I hear from women a lot is on their issues in choosing the “wrong men”.
They complain about how the narcissists fooled them and it’s not their fault because the narcissist was so clever and was such a good liar, blah blah.
Sure. Maybe they “lie” good.
But how about if your truth-sensing apparatus so flawed?
People will say it’s because of the trauma they sustained, etc.
So here’s the thing.
If you are operating from your clitoris, it’s used to being gaslit.
This is the place where the so-called “experts” aka sexual imbeciles, tell you to “put all the lube on your vagina” and your clitoris is the most important.
It’s the sexuality for NPCs and amateurs.
Superficial, base-level, and NEVER really revealing to you the power and depths of what you can access in yourself and your life via your sexual energy.
In a way, it’s a cloak.
IF you stick to the clitoris and you think that’s the endgame, you are hiding from yourself who and what you truly are.
You won’t self-actualize from your clitoris.
You won’t reset deeply from your clitoris = a little one, I’ll give you that
But I’ll also say that having base=level clitoral orgasms is the equivalent to men jerking off to porn or stress jerking to knock themselves unconscious.
It’s squalor ?? WORD?? Your energy away before you even hit the good stuff.
Again, it’s like eating at food courts because you don’t know any better food exists out there.
Give up your peasant food and move on up to the high floors.
Or rather, go deeper inside to where the wild things are.
Your cervix will choose someone who can go deep with you.
Your clitoris will pick a “narcissist” “player” “fuck boy” – for the record, these are NOT terms I would ever use. But they seem to be the internet’s favorite.
Think of it this way:
Your clitoris chooses immature.
Your cervix mature.
Your clitoris: superficial.
Your cervix: deep.
Your clitoris – short-term gratification
Your cervix – long-term building something
Your clitoris can be fooled.
Nothing gets past your cervix. .
Why?
The cervix is the ultimate litmus test for a heart-vag connection
The cervix is the emblem for the heart.
In Taoist reflexology, it’s the heart point.
So to enter there, to really penetrate a woman there, her heart has to be “in it”.
She needs to be deeply emotionally open.
And surrendered.
Her heart is OPEN.
She’s Brought down every wall.
The reason why these orgasms are so elusive—and indeed, most women don’t even know or even believe they exist—is because most women are never getting this “naked” during sex.
They are performing or only slightly letting go of control.
The clitoris is for girls.
The cervix is for women.
Brave ones.
There is no faltering here .
The price of admission is courage, tossing it all and living “with your heart on your sleeve”
And the more you do this, both your heart and vag become aligned to form this EFFORTLESS decision making apparatus, guiding you intuitively from moment to moment, without you even THINKING about what to do next.
You just know.
And you go.
