Thigh Friendship.

Via on Jun 27, 2012


Source: via Soul on Pinterest

{In Celtic times, the female warriors would grant their male colleagues “the friendship of the thighs” as a way of making peace. They would set aside their weapons and war making and just be man and woman. Beyond god and goddess, before sacred or divine—we are human, first. Beyond the “war between the sexes” there are small countries where we come together and call a truce.}

 Thigh Friendship

We are in the in-between country;

we are at war.

The feel of your hairy knees

behind my smooth ones

comforts me—and you know this,

you use this.

It’s your last defense.

But I don’t want your comfort.

I want to play with my anger a little more.

I’m not ready to set it down.

I am not sacred;

I can’t be a goddess.

I am a warrior.

(I am tired of being at war with you.)

In the space between anger

and lust there’s a gap,

a place where we are both human.

Forget divine and sacred and psychobabble bullshit.

There’s a place where I can write whole novels

about the scent of your skin.

There’s a place where no one is on a pedestal.

It’s not in that field beyond rightdoing or wrongdoing or whatever that was.

It’s in the small of my back.

It’s in the curve of your jaw.

It’s in the late afternoon when we should be at work.

It’s the last light of day falling across my skin through the window

as I arch my back and rise to meet you.

Words fall away.

There’s a place where I can forget how angry I am

and stop warring with you for a minute

or two or twenty

or an afternoon.

I can’t be a goddess

(and I don’t want to).

But I can tuck you into me

and we can rock each other to sleep.


Like elephant journal gets sexy on Facebook.

About Kate Bartolotta

Kate Bartolotta is the strongest girl in the world. She is the love child of a pirate and a roller derby queen. She hails from the second star to the right. Her love of words is boundless, but she knows that many of life’s best moments are completely untranslatable. When she is not writing, you may find her practicing yoga, devouring a book, playing with her children, planting dandelions, or dancing barefoot with her heart on her sleeve. She is madly in love with life and does not know how this story ends; she’s making it up as she goes. Kate is the owner and editor-in-chief of Be You Media Group. She also writes for The Huffington Post, elephant journal, The Good Men Project, The Green Divas, Yoganonymous, The Body Project, Project Eve, Thought Catalog and Soulseeds. She facilitates writing workshops and retreats throughout North America. Heart Medicine, Kate's book on writing, is now available on You can follow Kate on Facebook and Twitter


Loved it? Leave a tip!

(We use super-secure PayPal - but don't worry - you don't need an account with PayPal.)

17 Responses to “Thigh Friendship.”

  1. Brilliant. Scrumptious. YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for putting things into perspective, dear Kate, thank you.

  2. Jordan Epstein jhepstein says:

    oh fuck that's good.

  3. GinaEngels says:

    woooaaah, damn. that's it right there.

  4. Jess Avila says:


  5. Craig says:

    HA HA ONLY problem in Celtic times BOTH women and men had hairy legs and other body parts:)

  6. MarLynn says:

    Wow… E.L. James ain't got nothing on you girl!

  7. Delicious reminder of the sweetness of this flesh, the power of the ordinary and the glory of being human. (but hey, I'm still a goddess. too :-) (LOL…should I duck?)

  8. Eric says:

    Aw, Kate. I thought it read "Thai Friendship" :)

    "Out beyond ideas of rightdoing and wrongdoing there is a field. I will meet you there for Pad Thai and we will get buck-nekked and frolic…watch out for thistles if yer hirsute…"

  9. johnbrier says:

    I enjoyed this. I actually think that within sex is the possibility of leaving behind the ego and entering the divine, so I don't try to forget it, because that is it. I wonder if when you say forget the bullshit, you're forgetting the what the ego has attached to the divine.. but the divine isn't anything that can be defined. :-D

Leave a Reply