Lacey Haynes

Hi, I'm Lacey. 

If you like your nipples free, your birth radicalised, your motherhood elevated, your sexuality empowered, your pussy bowed down to, your sacral chakra healed, then you've come to the right place.  -L x

 

Naked in the Forest

Naked in the Forest

I’ve wanted it for as long as I can remember: to sit alone in the darkness of the woods at night. I come alive under the inky sky, breathing with the trees, the dense earth below hypnotising me into rhythm.
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But I’m afraid. Not of the wild creatures prowling or of the spiders spinning webs, but of men. I’m afraid of being found there all alone, my solitude an invitation, my aloneness a liability. I fear being made a victim in the place I feel most alive.
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When I was 21 or 22 I shaved my head bare and fantasised about passing for a man. I would daydream about the night, about feeling safe in the deep woods, hiding my body under baggy clothes, free to be alive and alone under the trees.
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It’s many years now since my head was bare and still, I’m afraid. I watch from my window or back garden as the darkness falls and my spirit departs for the loamy soil and full bush ferns; shooting stars dropping long forgotten memories into my veins.
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I feel myself getting closer to something, maybe a sense of freedom and safety or maybe it’s that I simply can’t hide any longer from the things I need. I can almost feel my skin collecting moonlight under the chlorophyll canopy, my nakedness a merging with nature, nothing more, nothing less.
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I’m afraid still but not sure how much longer I can wait for the night to hold me, to finally return after all these lives to the dark place I know is mine.

Transmutation

Transmutation

Night Weening with the New Moon

Night Weening with the New Moon

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