Lydia Hollis Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

Episode information

James Hollis on men's relationship with the virgin-whore complex. From his book, Under Saturn's Shadow: The Wounding and Healing of Men.

Walking down Main St. is like a vibe. There's this tiny massage parlor I run on East Hollis Ave. It's my slice of paradise – filled with all kinds of stories, secrets, and sighs. "Ruh-roh!" as Scoob once said, it’s like every spot hides a mystery.

Renowned Jungian Psychoanalyst James Hollis Has the Strategy for Cutting Through the Noise to Find What Your Soul Is Crying Out For