Sexual Politics

Madonna Calls Out Gay Men’s Misogyny In Out Interview

Long Ring Finger Traits Similar Between Men & Women In Business

Jennifer Lawrence Calls Photo Hack A Sex Crime | $100 Million Lawsuit Threat Finally Prompts Google Action


Lea Seydoux Seduces In Lui Magazine Relaunch, Lensed By Mario Sorrenti


Victoria’s Secret Angels have Appeared Often In GQ & Esquire



Islam, Western Guilt, Original Sin & Sensuality | Koray Birand’s Alyssa Miller Images Celebrate Female Eroticism

Loving Relationships | 32 Health Benefits of Sex

American Culture Promotes Female Sexual Dysfunction

For Sister Margaret Farley Responsible Pleasure Is Not a Sin

Strong American Results in Female Sexual Desire Drug

Self Love Is Saying ‘No’ to Fashion Body Images You Hate

Saint Shakira Calls Libido the “Engine of the World”

Male Ego, Women Faking Orgasms & Sensual Chaos in Our Bedrooms

‘Pretty Boy’ Andrej Pejic Talks Sex, Love & Leaving His Gender to ‘Artistic Interpretation’

Find Your Sensual, Sovereign Self with Lone Morch in Paris


Tara, Candice & Robyn | Steven Meisel | Vogue Italia June 2011 | ‘Belle vere’

Franca Sozzani on Curvy Girls, Sensuality & More Body Types in Fashion

Givenchy Transgender Model Lea T Stars in French Vogue (2010)

Tom Ford Embraces Natural Breasts, Not Bombshells

Orgasmic Female Brain in ‘La Petite Mort’

Ever Woman Should Own Jordan Matters’ ‘Uncovered’

Men More Likely Than Women To First Look at Face in Porn Films

Selita Ebanks | Kanye West ‘Runaway’ Full Video Embedded

The Great Wall of Vagina | Learning to Love Our Genitalia

Body Talk | Owning Vulvas, Clits & G-Spots

Mysteries of the Garden of Eden’ | History Channel | In Latin Apple Means Evil

Sexy Doublespeak | American Women & Sexual Honesty

Statistics Say Conservatives Buy More Porn


Women As Muses: What Is Our Place in the Modern World? Or Are We Just ‘Slut Girls’ Today?



Anne of Carversville & Sensuality News do not accept submissions.

Entries in goddess (10)


Madison Stubbington In 'Le Temple du Soleil' By Sanchez & Mongiello For Numero #160 February 2015

Model Madison Stubbington joins her flock in this spiritual (or cult as young bloggers have written) fashion editorial styled by Samuel François in ethereal femininity. Photographers Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello capture Madison in ‘Le temple du soleil’, a stylish ode to enlightenment in Numero #160 February 2015.

As to the role of the male models, their position and power is ambiguous. Being Anne of Carversville, we choose to believe the editorial celebrates the rising power of feminine principles. In a note of irony, the Vatican launches a listening to women and empowering females outreach this week, seeking a new understanding for women to work “in full collaboration and integration” with men. As long as the topic isn’t women priests, I should add.

We’ll be celebrating the African goddess Mami Wati (or Yemata) tomorrow at her February Brazilian festival and in other countries around the world. Mami Wata is the founding goddess of AOC and we honor her fierce spirit, one that guided and brought some solace on the slave ships, as Mami Wata journeyed around the world, a spirit queen of the African diaspora. ~ Anne


Click to read more ...


Did Pope Clement VII Father Alessandro de Medici with a Nigerian Slave Girl

Having another of my 4am, goddess call-ins, my day is off to a grand start. This time it was Oshun dialing in — and also my business head asking me how in heck I intend to pull together two small shops — 350 sq ft of retail space — in Lancaster’s Building Character by next Friday March 1. 

I began making lists; it’s about time, don’t you think? 

My mind wanders easily, fantasizing about new creative connections where none officially exist. How I ended up in Florence last week making jewelry theoretically inspired by a Nigerian (Yoruba) goddess requires an explanation — even to my open-minded self. 

When the goddess knocking woke me up a few hours ago, I took myself to great task for flying off to Florence for inspiration when Oshun in Africa isn’t sorted out. Let’s see now … we need 24 cards with earrings, six large planters … I’d better rent a storage unit downstairs because the entire loft will smell like potpourri … 

This attempt to focus didn’t last. When the goddess knocking begins, it’s futile to try to beat it back. Accepting that there is a reason why I flew off to Florence in my Italian-inspired burst of creativity last week — and it has nothing to do with my glorious, sexy existence in and out of the country for years — I began Googling. 

Ask and you will receive! Within minutes I was on PBS Frontline, reading about Alessandro de Medici, the great 16th century Italian Renaissance figure whose Medici prince remains are buried in the famous tomb of Michaelangelo.

Without even trying to mount my religious hypocrisy soapbox, enter stage right one 17-year-old Cardinal Giulio de Medici, as the father of Alessandro. The later Pope Clement VII, is believed by researchers to be the father of a bastard child conceived with a North African slave girl.

Good goddess! A Catholic pope is unintentionally besmirched by my flower pots in this accidental bout with the creative truth. Note that I’ve only established Alessandro’s mother as from the region of Nigeria and she’s NOT alleged to be Oshun acting in disguise. At least this element of the story has not revealed itself. 

My Italian dreams journal is now firmly cemented logically into the Oshun collection, while remaining true to a design concept. Unintentionally, I’ve reminded us all that the holier than thou history of Cardinals and Popes is suspect at best.

No wonder the need for self-flagellation occupies the minds of so many in Vatican City. On a positive note, the truth of Alessandro’s African ancestry positions him as the “first black head of state in modern western history”. In reality “Alessandro de’ Medici’s race was quite pivotal to the Grand Ducal and the most politically powerful period of Medici history.”

Hmmm. I wonder how Vatican Father Gabriele Amorth, head of the International Association of Exorcists, is doing in chasing the Devil out of the Vatican. If he hears about my Italian Dreams collection, it will surely be condemned as the work of the devil, especially now that I’ve revealed yet another saucy Catholic Church story to AOC readers. 

Click to read more ...


The '50 Shades of Grey' BDSM Devil Seduces in 'The Eternal Submission Collection'

To say that I’m in love with ‘The Eternal Submission Collection’, designed by Studio 6th Sense and photographed by Troy Wise is an understatement. I’m ecstatic and orgasmic because what we have is a sophisticated, clear-headed examination of the ‘50 Shades of Grey’ BDSM lifestyle that I — as a feminist and strong supporter of women’s rights — can embrace with enthusiasm. 

Yes Shonda Robinson is beautiful, sexy and glamorous. And her master wears the accoutrements of wealth and money. The tradeoff for Robinson is obvious — and as an independent woman, it’s her right to make her own choices.

What I love about this campaign is that as glamorous as these Troy Wise images are — the male master is not Mr. Nice Guy. This is my fundamental resistance to this fantasy-world that women have created around ‘50 Shades of Grey’. This couple makes no attempt at intellectual depth. They may be as smug and self-absorbed as Mr. Grey and Miss Steele. 

The real ‘9 1/2 Weeks’ — rather than the glamourized movie, that I adore — is not pretty or romantic at all. The true story woman very nearly died.

This ‘Eternal Submission Collection’ campaign presents the psychological case of BDSM honestly. Of course, it’s air brushed and romanticized — and blood and bruises aren’t obvious, although there’s lots of grey in the skin tones.

All I ask is that as ‘50 Shades’ sweeps the world at the same time women are losing so many rights here in America, that fashion includes the devil in the details of its portrayal of BDSM

Men Obsessed | BDSM Is Not Romantic

There was no BDSM in Alfred Hitchcock’s possession of Tippi Hedren. But he was obsessed with her, obsessed with ‘owning’ her — and he destroyed her career when she refused to submit to him. He stalked her, made countless rules about her life when Hedren worked with Hitchcock. In reality, Tippi Hedren was smothered and her personal flame as a person would have died — had she not refused Hitchcock at the cost of her movie career. 

BDSM is not romantic.

Click to read more ...


Did Goddess Dione Precede Hera As Lilith Preceded Eve As Adam's First Wife?

In what’s become a most interesting diversion, another devouring female has entered our discussion: the Venus fly trap, a carnivorous plant native to subtropical wetlands on the East Coast of America, is properly called Dionaea muscipula. (See Tears in Our Teacups: The Devouring Women of Ronit Barange)

Greek Goddess Dione

GlamTribale Lilith CollectionDione was a Greek goddess primarily known as the mother of Aphrodite in Book V of Homer’s Iliad. In a mystery novel akin to Lilith being Adam’s first wife, not Eve, Dione appears to be the equivalent of the earth goddess Gaia (also a GlamTribale goddess), whom Homer placed in Olympus.

Wiki writes that the Mother of the Gods Dione, aka Gaia, was “shunted aside” when the 12 Gods of Olympus came to predominate the public mythology. Dione (not to be confused with the Roman goddess Diana, another GlamTribale goddess).

Sailing to Ithaca

Dione was worshipped at Dodona, not Hera, as Zeus’ wife, according to many inscriptions now at the museum at Ioannina. Dodana was an oracle devoted to a Mother Goddess, similar to Rhea or Gaia. Wiki writes that the shrine of Dodona was regarded as the oldest Hellenic oracle, possibly dating to the second millennium BCE according to Herodotus.

Second only to the oracle of Delphi in prestige, Dordona remained an important religious sanctuary until the rise of Christianity. This Anne discovery is so relevant at 3:45 am, because Dodana is located near the Ionian Sea, in northwest Greece and away from Athens.

My first pursuit of women’s history and Jungian psychology was in Crete, where I wrote about evidence of goddess worship in my senior thesis at NYU. Rocking in the waves in a small sailboat moored in Ithaca a few years later, I awoke about 3am in what was one of the truly memorable nights of my life, detailed in one of my favorite Anne essays Sailing to Ithaca.

Momentary Shipwreck

Click to read more ...


Tears in Our Teacups: The Devouring Women of Ronit Baranga

It’s pure coincidence — and rather extraordinary — that I wrote yesterday about the sirens and the devouring female and happened today on this ceramic tableware by Israeli female artist Ronit Baranga. One can’t disregard the artist’s pedigree: BA in psychology and Hebrew literature, followed by a degree in art history from Tel-Aviv University.

The comments on design blogs are ambivalent to the point of revolting about Baranga’s art. Clearly these images stir up the unconscious mind. While I want to study the artist’s work further, it appears to be largely focused on female body parts and the world of women. Are those not tears in her teacups?


Click to read more ...


Aphrodite Joins Yemaya & Mami Wata for a Swim in Human Consciousness

It’s 30 months ago that I wrote this post about goddesses and my immersion again in studies of the collective unconscious and mythology. I had no vision of a GlamTribale jewelry collection when I joined Aphrodite and Mami Wata in a cohesive vision of female sensuality and its place in the male unconscious mind.

Writing just now about Lais Ribero as a Bahia beauty in L’Officiel Netherlands as ‘Toda Menina Baiana’ (strut your stuff), Mami Wata appeared and asked to have her story reshared once again. There’s a bit of hell tp pay that she wasn’t first in line in Benjamin’s goddess essays.

Mami W was not persuaded, but she has forgiven me. 

After a long and difficult journey for me — which is nothing compared to Mami Wata’s journey and suffering on the slave ships across the Atlantic and into Haiti and on to South America — the GlamTribale goddesses are here. And without a doubt we are swimming in the waters of human consciousness — further, deeper and with more incredible connections than I ever dreamed was possible in my life. What a spider web!! ~ Anne

Men have always been ambivalent about mermaids, the mythological aquatic creature with a female human head and torso but the tail of a fish. In many ancient cultures, mermaids were regarded as semi-divine aspects of the Goddess.

Carl Jung’s theory of the feminine unconscious describes this oceanic-subterranean womb of creation as an unfathomable place of ancient wisdom but also fear.

The first known mermaid stories appeared in Assyria, ca. 1000 BC. The goddess Atargatis, mother of Assyrian queen Semiramis, loved a mortal shepherd and unintentionally killed him.

Click to read more ...


Witch-Burning Steilneset Memorial by Peter Zumthor & Louise Bourgeois

Images by Andrew Meredith

Swiss architect Peter Zumthor and the late French-born artist Louise Bourgeoise collaborated in the hauntingly beautiful and poetic Steilneset Memorial in Vardø, Norway, an arresting memorial to 91 people, 77 women and 14 men, who were burned at the stake here in the 17th century for the crime of witchcraft.

Sturla J. Stalsett, general secretary of the Vardø Church City Mission, pointed out during the opening ceremonies presided over by Her Majesty Queen Sonja of Norway, that the memorial is meant to remind us of the ongoing danger of collectively creating scapegoats. If historical circumstances seem peculiar now, the intent behind the work addresses larger moral claims.

I highlight descriptions of the memorial, drafted for Architectural Record:

Visitors enter the memorial on the north by a gangplank placed perpendicularly to the elevated Zumthor structure, a 410-foot-long building within which a tensile structure of polytetrafluoroethylene (PTFE)-coated fiberglass fabric is suspended on cables. Once inside, the visitors proceed along a 328-foot wood-plank catwalk about 5 feet wide. As they thread their way through the dark cocoon of the interior, visitors pass 91 windows, each dimly lit by an exposed-filament bulb. Ropelike cords from the lamps form scalloped borders at the edges of the undulating ceiling. The feeling is like being in the stomach of some prehistoric creature, half-fish, half-reptile — except there is a glimmer of light.

Owing to the high winds on the site, the glass walls stop short of the ceiling and floor and slide past each other to allow gaps for wind drafts. In the middle of the space is Bourgeois’s piece, an aluminum chair with gas flames shooting out of the seat. In this rather literal evocation, the burning chair is reflected in seven oval mirrors placed on metal columns in a ring around the fiery seat, like judges circling the condemned. If you think you’ll be too warm standing near the burning chair, don’t worry. In this blustery place, temperatures rarely rise above 51 degrees Fahrenheit.

Click to read more ...