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

 

Pussy Gazing I Berlin

Pussy Gazing I Berlin

I was a bit nervous. I walked into a space I’d never been before, sun light and bird songs waving through the open windows, and had no idea how many people would come. I asked my photographer Jacky if we could cancel if nobody showed. She graciously said yes but assured me that wouldn’t happen.
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A dark haired astrologer with red lips and a silver skirt sat down. My body smiled. I set up my mirrors, burned rose incense and breathed deeply to settle my soul back into my body. Another woman entered and then another until there were more pussies than mirrors! My smile took up my whole face. I was so fucking pumped.
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I left the room and asked my guides, the entire universe, my Pussy and Womb, to bring me into the fullness of myself. I taped up a broken mirror with my Room Angel, a volunteer standing sentry on my door to keep all the pussies safe, then went back in. Spare mirrors had been added to the altar. It was time.
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I told my story and when I did, I felt my power surging out and holding the room. This Pussy Gazing thing I’m doing it’s the truest thing I’ve ever shared with the world. When I think of how I got here I know it’s taken my whole life. I’ve claimed my body, my sexuality, my creativity and my power. I am the woman I want to be and I can share this integrated truth with other women who seek it.
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We moved, meditated and allowed the sensual body to take shape freely. When the time came to gaze I felt so much YES as I witnessed such courage, boldness and sheer beauty. The pussy, what a miracle. These women, my hope.
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The gazing left a magic lingering in the room. My eyes welled wet and satisfied as I watched women looking into one another’s eyes, hugging, holding hands and telling their stories. We came into circle and clapped and celebrated. Just when I thought I couldn’t love Berlin any more, there I was, loving the hell out of that glorious city with not only my heart, but my entire enthusiastic and glorious pussy.

Pussy Gazing I London II

Pussy Gazing I London II

Pussy Gazing I London III

Pussy Gazing I London III

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