Cleopatra’s Timeless Secret of Sexuality And Why We Need to Use It

History is a compass of the feminists. Look at the right women to change the wave of Feminism.

It all started with a story….

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It all started with a story….

Cleopatra gracefully rolled out of a rug and walked up to Julius Ceasar after entering his private chambers without permission. It started as simple as that. Unfolding into one of the greatest dramas of romance, treachery, betrayal and murder. The story of how an Egyptian Queen used her seduction and feminine gifts to enrapture the two most powerful men in Rome — Julius Ceasar and Mark Antony.

The torrid affair of the Egyptian Queen created a love triangle that brought down Rome to its knees. And she was forever remembered as the wicked seductress. There are few accounts of Cleopatra. Some historians worship her for her benevolence, strength and assiduity. A female Pharoah who alleviated the pains of her people, uplifting them from bankruptcy, debts and famines. Yet others remember her for her wicked and sly nature. A woman who used her sexuality to destroy the Roman Empire.

This woman is revered for her beauty even though we did not know what she looked like.

Cleopatra today is considered an enigmatic yet powerful seductress. This woman is revered for her beauty even though we did not know what she looked like. Movies, pop culture references always show her face as a beautiful delicate featured woman with Caucasian features and light skin. But the truth is we have no idea whether Cleopatra met those ideals. Yet as humans we like to categorise people, put them into moulds, our little brains can believe in.

To the world today she as an anomaly of the power play. We want to fit her into categories and models that we understand. As a woman who took two lovers in the Roman Empire in a time Before Christ, we want her to be evil and cunning. We want her to be vicious and selfish. We cannot swallow our pride and concede that we do not understand the woman who had enough brilliance to use the gifts of her femininity to her advantage. We do not want to believe that as a woman she understood the power that she had over men and she used it to benefit her people. We cannot believe that an “evil” woman could be a benevolent ruler.

We cannot believe that an “evil” woman could be a benevolent ruler.

Time and time again. We have tried to fit women into moulds. Trying to subdue them by making them hide their bodies behind clothes and drapes that hide their luscious hair, their soft skin, their enchanting eyes. We don't want women to show their gifts. Because we are afraid of women who are confident enough to own their sexuality to use their gifts. We want women to shroud themselves in veils of fear. Every woman who dropped the fabric that protected her against the male gaze. Was punished. She was hurt, quelled, crushed for her insolent behaviour.

So we women decided to take the streets to own our sexuality and take back our power.

What happened?

For years we walked with Women activists to protest in women’s marches. For years we heard the word feminism, for years we pleaded and yelled and requested men to join our cause. They finally did. As gentlemen supporting the weaker sex. They let us shed our fabrics and averted their eyes for they might seem to brazen to look at our bodies. They gave us the freedom to dress ourselves the way we like.

But do you think feminism was about clothes?

It's not.

It's about sexuality.

You think by wearing bikinis on beaches and mini skirts to the club we got back our strength? No, we did not.

Because a woman is not in the clothes she wears to hide or define or flaunt her body. She is in her sexuality. Do you own your sexuality?

Do you strut on the streets in pyjamas feeling like Cleopatra?

Cleopatra covered her body. She was the queen. She dressed exactly how men wanted her to. Yet she never forgot what she was underneath the garb she was — a woman. A woman who knew how to use her eyes, her voice, her persona to seduce and woo any creature that she wished to. She did not do it for fun. She did not do it to other people’s husbands. She was a heroine. A model feminist. She used her powers to gain more power to protect her people. She didn't use her sexuality to make the women of her kingdom feel inferior or unattractive or less feminine.

Through time we have struggled to raise each other up. As women, we command the support of every man, woman and child, Yet we squabble and stare and mutter under our breaths when we see a more attractive woman. Our heart drops into our belly when we see our partners ogle at another young lass. We forget our sexuality. Because it stems from the compliments of our partner.

We wear our bikinis. do our crunches to get the perfect tummy. We buy dresses that are made of 5$ fabric yet cost 200$ for our little feminine egos. A little boost to our sexuality.

Our sexuality was broken into a million tiny fragments and sold in cute perfume bottles, fire red lip colours. Our sexuality was paid for with a 1000$ LBD or sexy lingerie from Victoria’s secret.

But here’s the truth your clothes never helped you own your sexuality. Its been stolen long back by Instagram influencers, marketing gimmicks, cosmetic companies. Your sexuality was broken into a million tiny fragments and sold in cute perfume bottles, fire red lip colours. Your sexuality was paid for with a 1000$ LBD or sexy lingerie from Victoria's secret.

They did this to us on purpose.

We want to believe that we are past this stage now. We love our bodies.

We buy our lingerie from brands that promote body positivity, dresses from stores which have models of all sizes. Yet we hurt and feel the pleasure rise in our gut, feel the spirit in our eyes when we make that purchase of our sexuality.

I’m sorry you didn't reclaim sexuality by changing your brands. Those brands just repacked your sexuality and sold it to you for a different price and a different story.

Through time we have shifted from one corner of the market to another. Swinging between extremes like an eternal pendulum. Cover too much you are being suppressed, cover too little you are afraid of your own body.

But I say it again. A woman is not in her garb. A garb is what drapes a woman. Your body in 200 million clothes in every shape or form, tells the same story.

You are a woman. The most beautiful form in this mighty world's creation. When you stand every creature falls for it has never seen such feminine power and strength.

Own your body. No woman went down in history fo being subservient. Women went down in history for being women. Own your womanhood. Don't split it into clothes or perfumes or tinny invisible things they sell to you for a dollar's worth. Your sexuality is not worth a dollar.

Cleopatra is remembered not for her clothes or jewellery, But for the woman she became. A precedence that we can follow. Let nobody tell you to hide your gifts. Women are seductresses. Women are sexy. Women are divine. Women are beautiful, shapely, mysterious. And if every woman used her gifts we would live in a world of the mind. We don't want women to accept their strength. It's frightening to know what would happen if every woman became Cleopatra.

We do not want to acknowledge the power Cleopatra created and projected onto mankind. For if every woman could see the Cleopatra within herself so many Romes would fall, and so many more Egypts would rise.

We don't want women who can get what they want using what they are endowed with. So we ridicule their gifts, we split them, destroy them and question them.

The greatest gifts of beauty, charm, grace, sacrifice, eternal strength and cunningness. That was what Cleopatra possessed and we turned her into a whore in our movies and wicked witch in our histories.

We do not want our women to become “She”. We want them to stay confused. Picking the most flattering outfits for their cocktail parties. We want them to stay worried about the sizes of their waist, or the slant of their eyes, or the rouge in their cheeks, or thickness of their hair or the dark of their skin.

Yet it didn't matter. It never has. It never will. For woman embody the feminine form. Our charm is natural and primal. Seduction to a woman is like watching the feathers of a peacock. You cannot stop yourself from standing and admiring them. They remain hidden though and show themselves when they must. It’s the same for us women. Our charm today is imbued in centuries of patriarchy mixed in with fear, confusion, and doubt. Stop trying self-love. Unleash it.

Look at yourself. How can you possibly not love yourself? If you were the only woman in the world. With not a single comparison to make. Would you love yourself?

If the answer is Yes.

Then you have begun to understand your sexuality.

Julius Ceasar, Mark Antony, men through centuries never found the perfect woman.

The perfect woman manifested herself through her belief in her perfection. You are the perfect woman. You are the embodiment of what a woman is. There is nothing more a woman can possibly need than you already have.

Remember your strength. Own it. You are Cleopatra. And when any one rests an eye on you. Remember in that instant you are Cleopatra a powerful seductress — the only woman in the world.

Watch the gifts unravel before you, Cleopatra.