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Harmony Festival: A Giant Shot of MOJO

Sunday, August 16th, 2009

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I wrote this ages ago and simply forgot to post it. Bunches of you were curious what the Harmony Festival is Santa Rosa was all about, so here are the details so you can put it on your calendar for next year!

This week, I left work behind and spent two days enjoy the Harmony Festival in Santa Rosa, California (which my three year old Siena calls “The Hominy Vegetable”- tee hee).  For those who couldn’t make it, I wanted to share a little of the groovy love you missed. Since I’ve never been to a Dead show or Burning Man, I figure this is as close as I’m gonna get- and DAMN, it was fun!  Contact high aside, I just loved the peaceful vibe, the Goddessy energy, the inspired music, the raw foods, and the kick-ass people watching. Made me feel like a total PINK GODDESS with majo MOJO!

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The festival was divided up into the Healing Sanctuary, the Crafters Village, the Kids Village, the Harmony Altar, the Goddess Grove, the Eco Village, and the Wellness Pavilion. Guess which was my favorite? (Bueller….Bueller….) YOU GUESSED! Yup, it was the Goddess Grove, where Siena and I got our faces painted by way cool Pink Goddess Ronnie.

facepainting smallThe Red Tent, where they did programs for Moms and their adolescent daughters, was a way cool place to chill out, meditate, draw and appreciate your Yoni, and absorb the energy of awesome Goddesses. In fact, there was massive Goddess energy everywhere in the Goddess Grove.  Even Matt loved the girly vibe there. I had to drag him out kicking and screaming (Okay, so Matt loves women. He’s never been a drag-your-knuckles, let’s-watch-sports kind of dude. He’s much more at home with the Goddesses. Lucky me!)lissaredtentsmall

The other two places I loved were the Harmony Altar and the Healing Sanctuary. The Harmony Altar was a six-pointed star meditation tent surrounded by a series of altars- the release altar, the grief altar, the growing altar, and so on. We passed by it, and Siena said, “I want to meditate!” I asked her if she knew what meditation was, and she shook her head. When I told her it means you have to be still and quiet, she said, “I wanna be still and quiet,” so off we went to the meditation tent.meditation tent small I have to give her credit. While she wasn’t still, she was indeed quiet. She poked around the tent, peaking at the meditating folks, but mostly enjoyed lying on pillows, closing her eyes, and snuggling with us.  Nothing like a bit of down time in the middle of a crowded festival- my kind of festival!  Me, I did the altar rounds, writing things I wanted to release on slips of paper to add to the bowl that would be burned later, and writing what I still grieve to honor those I’ve lost.  Lovely.release altar small

The Healing Sanctuary had a hanging bed (that Siena totally freaked out over- couldn’t get her off it without a fit), massage therapists, energy healers, sound healers, and all sorts of other goodness.hangingbedsmall

Of course, needless to say, Siena’s fave was the Kid’s Village, where she laughed to a magic show, played in a giant caterpillar float, and decorated a car with recycled magic markers.

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My favorite performer at the Harmony Festival was Astarius Miracularus (isn’t that the best name? Aren’t you jealous you don’t have it? I am!)  Astarius, a sound healer, played the digeridoo over in the Healing Sanctuary, and I sat up front to make sure I got fully healed by his beautiful tones.  What started as a small crowd of meditating folks turned into a huge ring of soulful spirits who listened to Astarius and his Acension rap, which was like beautiful performance poetry but in the form spiritual teaching. The energy he created under that bamboo temple was holy. Can’t really describe it in words, but if you ever get the chance to see him, you’ll see what I mean. Way cool PINK God. I bought 2 CD’s.

My other fave was Matisyahu, the Hasidic Jew reggae singer, who kicked some reggae butt.  But his was more of the big stage thing.  Astarius in the bamboo temple was more my style.  What about you? Any of you go to the Harmony Festival? What did you like? I had a three year old in tow, so unfortunately we couldn’t stay for Michael Franti and India Arie, the singers I most wanted to see, since we had to get Siena home to bed. Bummer (but oh, she’s so worth it!)

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What To Eat?

You gotta love an outdoor festival where you have a hard time choosing between the multiple vegan, even raw, foods.  I chose Lydia’s Lovin’ Foods, where I had the raw marinated curred veggies with raw “rice.” YUM!  At another Bliss booth, we snacked on raw hummus, a raw “taco” with nut pate, and a veggie nori roll. Wow- choices! Gotta love that (but Lydia’s was the bomb!)lydiaslovinfoodssmall

What To Drink?

So there was plenty of beer and organic wine around, but around mid-day in the hot sun, Matt and I were missing our green juices and were fortunate to discover the Billy’s Infinity Greens booth.  They were serving up ice cold green superfoods drinks- we had three cups each and bought two big containers to take with us next week when we’ll be away from our trusty juicer. That way, although we won’t have easy access to kale, cucumber, celery, and sprouts, we’ll still have spirulina, blue-green algae, stinging nettles, maca root, goji berry, acai berry, kelp, dulse, probiotics, essential fatty acids, and all kinds of other good green stuff.billysinfinitygreens smallWill we come back next year? My PINK crystal ball tells me yes, indeed.

Groovy PINK Love to you,

Lissa
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Owning Gender: Thoughts on Gender Reassignment

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

This post is based on a piece Lissa wrote in her capacity as the OB/GYN On Call at Betty Confidential earlier this month. Enjoy, Pinkies, and weigh in with your thoughts!

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Word on the street is that Chastity Bono, the daughter of Cher and Sonny Bono, is getting a sex change so she can become Chaz. News like this makes big headlines – some might say it’s shocking, even. 

And yet, if you truly understand what it means to be transgender, it wouldn’t shock you.

As an open-hearted OB/GYN physician, I have cared for many in the transgender community, both before and after surgery. In fact, one of my patients, Shania, who was genetically male but post-sex change, came to me for pap smears.

Shania used to be Shane.  For many years, she wore the wrong hat.  When her brothers expected her to play with Star Wars paraphernalia, she preferred dressing up like Sandy from Grease and belting “Summer Nights” in a poodle skirt.  In junior high, when the Sadie Hawkin’s dance rolled around, she wanted to invite Donny, but her brother told her it was girl’s choice, and she was a boy.  Plus, why the hell would she want to invite another boy anyway?   Secretly, when she was home alone, she stripped off her button down shirts and thick leather belts and khaki paints and dressed up in her mother’s panties and high heels.  Only then did she feel like herself.

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Not until she moved to the big city did she discover she was not alone.  Others who looked like men felt like women on the inside.  Some even had surgery to rectify the error in nature, which kept them from feeling authentic and whole.  Shane saw a doctor right away and began saving up her pennies.  Five years and tens of thousands of dollars later, Shane became Shania, inside and out.

Every year, on the dot, Shania took time off from her job and showed up at my office for a pap smear.  I prescribed Shania’s estrogen therapy, which helped her look and feel more feminine, but that’s not why she came to see me.  Every year, she requested a pelvic examination.  The first time, I found myself dumbstruck.  I read her chart, which said, “Genetic Male- XY chromosomes.”  I’m a gynecologist- I don’t do men- so I had no idea why this patient was scheduled to see me.  I asked flat out, and Shania said, “Dr. Rankin, I’m here for my pap smear.  It’s been a year.”

I flipped through her chart and, sure enough, I found a pap smear report from exactly one year ago, to the date.  I read last year’s pap smear.  The pathologist reported, “No endocervical or ectocervical cells detected.  No pathologic findings.”  In other words, there was no cervix to pap, so no transgender-symbolcervical cancer was detected.

I had no problem with taking care of a transsexual, but why would she want to waste her money on a pap smear when she didn’t have a cervix and couldn’t get cervical cancer?  I said, “Shania, you don’t need a pap smear.  You don’t have a cervix.”

She said, “I know, but I want it anyway.  That’s what we women do.”

After I had done her pap smear for the third year, I couldn’t contain my curiosity, so I asked Shania how it felt to come to the gynecologist’s office, to get a pap smear?

She told me that every time she walked into my office, she saw other women sitting around the waiting room, reading magazines, holding babies, putting on lipstick.  She saw the women behind our front desk, laughing and whispering to each other and talking about their weekends.  She saw my art, filled with imagery of vaginas and eggs and giving birth.  And I see all the women, pregnant and breastfeeding and doing lady things.

Shania went on.  “I see life and camaraderie and beauty.” She closed her eyes and sighed.  “I know I will never give birth or breast-feed or be quite like the other women in your waiting room, and these doubts about who I am haunt me sometimes.  I wonder whether I am really a woman or whether I am only pretending to be.  I think maybe everyone else can see right through me, and that they’re laughing, at work, at the mall, in the grocery store.  Maybe they know I was born a man.  Maybe they think that defines me.  I get very sad, because inside, I know I am a woman. I always have been.  I try to say, ‘To hell with the rest of them,’ but deep down, it still hurts.  So I get unsteady sometimes, wondering.”  A tear smeared mascara down her cheek, and she opened her eyes and looked right at me.

“Then I come here, to see my gynecologist, and I get a pap smear, just like all the other women of the world.”  She reached out and held my hand.  “And that makes me feel like I’m really a woman.”  She smiled a crooked grin.  “No man would be caught dead in a gynecologist’s stirrups.”

I learned so much from Shania’s Yoni.  Which hat or tuxedo or white coat or evening gown we wear does not define us, not really.  Shania’s body revealed a woman, who was really a man, who was authentically a woman on the inside.  Appearances can be deceiving.

inwrongbodyIf Chastity Bono undergoes the types of procedures that are typical for those having gender reassignment surgery, she will likely undergo multiple surgeries to change her body into one that appears male, including genital reconstruction to create a penis, removing her breasts via mastectomy and removing her ovaries to reduce her body’s circulating estrogen levels.  Genital reconstruction for transmen (female-to-male) requires fusing the labia to form a scrotum and inserting prosthetic testicles.  Skin grafts are then used to create a neo-penis, and an erectile prosthesis or other implant can then be inserted to give the penis its rigidity. Sensation is maintained via the clitoris, and the urethra is reconstructed so urination occurs via the penis.  Hormone replacement with testosterone helps change the physical appearance into a more male body.  This way, transmen can urinate, enjoy sexual intercourse and feel comfortable in the skin they’re in. And don’t we all want that?

Shania made me rethink the old adage I often quoted to my patients considering plastic surgery.  I always said, “Learn to live in your355px-human-gender-neutral own skin” and discouraged them from changing their bodies.  But what if your skin betrays you?  It’s easy for me to quote cliché’s, since, aside from the post-pregnancy muffin-top hanging over my low-rider jeans, I look on the outside the way I feel on the inside.  But what if there’s a massive discrepancy?  What if how you look fails to merge with your inner identity?  How many people can get past the exterior to see the real you?  Mostly, I learned how very much I don’t know.

From Shania’s Yoni, I learned that it’s possible to clear away a pathway that allows your true identity to express itself to the world. Like clearing away the rocks that damn up a river and stop the flow of water, unveiling a mask and removing your hats can open the path for the free flow of self.  With all the barriers removed, your heart can shine through, like a beacon, shedding light all around you.

I find that most people who are repulsed by the idea of sex change simply don’t understand it.  What does it mean to get a sex change? Most individuals undergoing what we call “gender reassignment surgery” experience “gender identity disorders” or “gender dysphoria,” meaning that they don’t identify with their genetic gender.  Chances are that Chastity Bono feels male, even though she was born into a female body. Gender reassignment surgery seeks to help these individuals inhabit a body that better fits their sense of self.

It’s easy for those of us who were fortunate to be born into the right gender skin to judge those who aren’t.  But I admire you, Chaz.  What you’re doing takes courage – and BALLS! It’s a struggle for most of us to learn to Own Our Bodies. But imagine how hard it is when you look in the mirror and see the wrong gender.  Let’s send love and blessings to Chaz Bono as she faces this difficult, painful and life-changing decision.  She doesn’t need our judgments. She needs our support, as we would want if we were in her transgender shoes. I feel grateful that I love being female, but I feel for those who don’t. I’m a big fan of living authentically and if it takes gender reassignment surgery to let your essential self shine through, I say more power to you.TarotKarteTransformation

Tell me what you think, Pinkies.  Has Chaz lost it, or is he simply doing what he needs to do to get his Mojo back?  How would you feel if it was you- or your child?  Do tell…

Owning Sexuality

Friday, January 30th, 2009

48139-54medI’m about to teach a series of workshops titled Owning Sexuality, and it’s got me thinking what a big task I have ahead of me. Do any of us do a good job of really owning our sexuality? I think not. If you grew up anything like me, sex was something that happened in movies and gets twittered about in Cosmo, but it certainly wasn’t something I was supposed to think about, much less OWN. I figured out that my parents had sex from time to time. After all, I learned where babies came from, and after discovering that my parents periodically locked the bedroom door, I put two and two together. But it certainly wasn’t something I was supposed to do with my cute high school boyfriend. Or even my hot college honey. I was supposed to wait until I was married, then lock the door and get it on.

Well….uh hmm…it didn’t quite happen that way. Which means- no surprise- I grew up feeling ashamed and guilty about my sexual feelings. Then I got married, and suddenly I felt overwhelmed with the whole virgin/whore thing. How was I supposed to be the cashmere-sweater-wearing, future-mother-of-my-husband’s-children one moment and the slutty kitten in the bedroom the next? The cashmere sweater followed me into the bedroom, and my body reacted by shutting down. When my husband wanted to have sex, my yoni shut him out. Which lead to PAIN. And EMBARASSMENT. And SHAME. After many unhappy sexual experiences and ultimately, divorce, I realized something had to change. It was time to OWN my sexuality.

It hasn’t been easy. All those years of childhood programming take years to undo. And then the trauma that followed after my sexual difficulties with my first husband took more years to heal. But now, at almost forty, I feel like I’m finally coming into my own (no pun intended).

I am not alone in my struggles. My patients share their challenges, which vary from decreased libido to painful sex to difficulty achieving orgasm to a simple sense of sexual dissatisfaction. Some struggle with sexual identity, others long to express themselves in partnership but haven’t found the right person. For all the hype we hear in the media, you’d think sex would be a whole lot easier- and much more fun. But we have the power within us to change this.  Much can be done.  

I just moved to Marin County in the San Francisco Bay area, and I’ve got to say, as a gynecologist, this is one of the sex-friendliest cities I’ve ever been. Since I’ve been here, I’ve been meeting women who genuinely aim to dialogue, heal, and support women in their quest for sexual balance, happiness, and fulfillment. Take Christine Arylo of www.letsgirltalk.com, who invited me to participate in her podcast, “Yapping With Yoni: Get Connected to the Woman Inside You.” Here’s a woman inviting all women to actually talk to each other about sex and vaginas and all that other stuff we like to push under the rug. So kudos to Christine for opening a dialogue. Let’s girl talk!

Then I discovered Dr. Rachel Abrams in Santa Cruz, the author of The Multi-Orgasmic Woman (as well as the Multi-Orgasmic Man and the Multi-Orgasmic Couple). She is a physician, as well as the medical director of the Santa Cruz Integrative Medicine and Chi Center, and my friends at Esalen love her. People have been telling me we must meet for almost a year, and we’ve finally connected (at least virtually). I just read her books and am so happy to know that others are out there talking about sex.   A kindred spirit, for sure.

And then there’s Chrystal Bougon, Chief Toy Officer and Pleasure Coach of Bliss Connection, a company that aims to introduce women to just the right sexual toy, while supporting their sexuality in other ways. Talk about good vibrations!

Frankly, I’m just happy to know people are dialoguing about it up here. Eve Ensler, author of The Vagina Monologues, would be proud.

To continue to open the lines of communication, I’m leading a series of conversations about Attaining Sexual Nirvana by Owning Sexuality at Clear Center of Health, starting February 11, 2009 from 7-8:30pm and continuing every Wednesday until March 4. Together, we’re going to talk, write, and open our hearts and minds to maximizing our passion potential. I suspect we’ll also laugh, cry, and talk a bit about gynecology. Hopefully, we’ll meet new friends, let go of some hang-ups, and get energized to reclaim what should be our birthright.

So if you’re in the Bay area, join us and get the gift you really want for Valentine’s Day, and own your sexuality.