Show Us Your Genitals
Chapter 19 of Neophyte: My Life In A Sex Cult
This is a chapter within my memoir, Neophyte, about my time in a harmful cult called the Deer Tribe Metis Medicine Society. It is not meant to be read as a stand-alone post. To view all book chapters, click here.
The Deer Tribe is a dangerous cult. While they present themselves as a spiritual community offering healing and empowerment, their practices are rooted in manipulation, control, and cultural appropriation. Like many cults, they offer moments of genuine connection and personal insight — but these are strategically used to gain trust and draw people deeper into a harmful system. Readers are encouraged to read the entire book before forming opinions about the Deer Tribe.
Chapter 19
Blissful and altered from the dancing, the participants waited eagerly for what would happen next.
Brian, wearing a loose-fitting white shirt and cotton blue pants, stood up.
“Hundreds of years ago, the wise medicine people of Turtle Island discovered different types of human genital anatomy—nine for women and nine for men,” he said, his intense gaze traveling the room.
“Each type was given a special name to honor the distinct physical and energetic characteristics of the vulva or penis. These qualities determine many important aspects of a person’s sexual personality. For women, this includes how much foreplay they want, if they like oral sex, what positions they prefer for sexual intercourse, how long it takes them to orgasm, and how naturally lubricated they are.”
I glanced around. A few participants took notes, but most stared serenely off into space.
“For men, these qualities give information about their ejaculate, including how many spurts they will produce when they orgasm as well as its taste, temperature, and consistency.”
Brian sat down, and Necea took his place.
“Let’s look at the female types,” Necea said. “Sheep Women reside in the south of the medicine wheel. The south is the place of the water element and our emotions. Sheep Women are usually always very wet, and they need an emotional bond to feel connected during sex. See how all the qualities of the wheel interact?”
“Deer Women reside in the east,” Mukee had appeared beside Necea. “What else belongs in the east?”
“The fire element!” one participant called out.
“That’s correct,” Mukee nodded her approval. “It’s also the place of our spiritual aspect. What’s interesting is that Deer Women tend to be naturally dry. In fact, the more aroused they become, the drier they get, just like fire. And just as spirit moves quickly, Deer Women do too. I’ve had many Deer Women tell me they don’t care much for foreplay—they like to get to fucking right away!”
“In the north is the Wolf Woman,” Necea said. “This is also the place of the air element and the mental aspect. Wolf Women enjoy fantasy as part of lovemaking, and they love to make sounds when they orgasm.”
As the teaching went on, I grew drowsy and felt my mind starting to drift. What is wrong with me? I wondered. This is fascinating information! Yet, as I looked around, I saw a room filled with glazed eyes, so perhaps I wasn’t the only one fighting boredom.
Just as I was contemplating slipping out of the room to get a cup of coffee, Brian did something astonishing. He casually dropped his trousers and held his penis in one hand while explaining the male genitalia, or, as Thunderstrike called it, the “Sacred Snake.” He talked for about five minutes as if it were the most normal thing in the world to hold his penis while addressing a group.
“In ancient times,” Brian continued while refastening his pants, “adolescents received these teachings and discovered their genital anatomy type as part of a special Rite of Passage. Back then, revered sexual teachers, called Phoenix Fire Men and Phoenix Fire Women, presented this knowledge to young people as part of their sexual education. As a result, the young people grew up healthy and empowered, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that sex is natural, sacred, and beautiful.”
Mukee, Necea, and the neophytes nodded emphatically.
“Sadly, none of us received this knowledge as children.” Brian paused in his dialogue to let that sink in, allowing us a silent moment to contemplate this tragedy.
“But all of you in this workshop are extremely fortunate,” he continued. “Today, you will have an extraordinary opportunity to discover your genital anatomy type. You will be able to reclaim your unique sexual power and heal your genital sense of self. All of us instructors have been trained to initiate you through a genital Rite of Passage.”
Ever one for a dramatic pause, Brian remained silent for a few seconds before he explained how the rest of the afternoon would go.
“First, the women and men will separate into two different rooms…”
Twenty minutes later, Necea sat on the floor of the master bedroom, reclining against a pile of cushions with her legs spread wide. Her sarong had been pulled aside to reveal her completely hairless vulva. She placed her fingers on her outer labia and, ever so gently, tugged them apart. In a soft, melodic voice, she gave the women who gathered around her an anatomy lesson.
“The vulva is the female sexual-creative organ,” she said. “It was what Thunderstrikes called the ‘Feathered Flying Serpent.’”
Using her body as a diagram, she delicately pointed to the various parts while stating their ancient names. “The pubic mound is the ‘sacred mountain’ and the pubic hair, if you have any, is the ‘sacred forest.’ The clitoral hood is the ‘hood of the cobra.’ The head of the clitoris is the ‘flying serpent.’ The vaginal entrance is the ‘black hole’ or ‘sacred cave.’ The anus is the ‘rear cavern.’ The outer labia is the ‘sacred butterfly.’ The inner labia is the ‘sacred moth.’ And the perineum is the ‘sacred valley of pleasure.’”
I watched the other women gaze with rapt attention at the place between Necea’s legs.
“Women are typed based on specific key qualifiers: the size of their labia minora, the length of their clitoral hood, the distance between their g-spot and clitoris, and their natural lubrication level,” Mukee explained.
“These physical attributes can help us understand our sexual stimulation preferences,” Necea said excitedly. “They even offer fascinating insight into our personalities as lovers!”
Mukee handed Necea a round mirror about the size of a large grapefruit. Necea held it between her legs, positioning it so that she could see her vulva.
“I am a Wolf Woman,” Necea said as she gazed at her reflection. “Notice how my inner lips are thin and open up like butterfly wings. And I just love fantasy!”
All the women had been sitting in a circle, but now, several of them crawled forward for a closer look.
“I’ll go next!” Mukee said. Necea moved to the side and Mukee took her place, arranging her body against the pillows and opening her legs wide. “I am also a Wolf Woman!”
Mukee enjoyed fantasy, too. “I like to read erotica,” she said. “I find that just a little bit is all I need to get going.”
Nikki showed herself next. She was a Deer Woman.
“I always carry lube with me,” she said with a giggle. “And it’s true—I don’t need a lot of foreplay. I like to get right to the fucking!”
Valerie volunteered to go next. She was a Bear Woman.
“Now, Mukee and I would love the opportunity to read each of you,” Necea said delightfully as she looked around the room. “I know that for Mukee and myself—and I am sure Valerie and Nikki will agree—discovering our anatomy type was a profoundly healing moment.”
Valerie and Nikki nodded profusely, their faces lit with big smiles.
“So, one by one, when you feel ready, we will read you.”
One woman crawled forward to the pile of pillows. She moved her sarong aside and spread her legs. Mukee, Necea, and Nikki leaned in for a closer look. Mukee handed her the mirror and helped her arrange it so that she could see herself.
“Oh, just beautiful,” Necea murmured softly. “See how thick her inner lips are? And notice how her hood covers her clitoris completely. Tell me, do you happen to enjoy pubic bone-to-bone grinding?”
After a few more minutes of questioning, Necea declared her to be a Buffalo Woman. The woman moved aside, and another woman took her place. Mukee helped the second woman place the mirror between her legs so that she could see herself. Then, Mukee and Necea asked several questions about her G-spot, wetness, and how long it took her to have an orgasm.
One by one, each woman allowed Mukee and Necea to read her anatomy, a task for which Necea could barely contain her pleasure. Every time a woman spread her legs, Necea oohed and aahed or sighed or commented on how beautiful or lovely she found the woman’s vulva. Occasionally, she would ask the woman if she could touch her.
After several women had gone, I crawled toward the pile of cushions.
I felt myself shaking as I took my seat, spread my legs wide, and moved my sarong.
“Ooohhhh,” Necea said with relish. Mukee handed me the mirror, and I looked at myself as Necea began directing the group’s attention to my vulva. She remarked on the size of my inner labia and then began asking me pointed questions. Did I know where my G-spot was? How long did it take me to have an orgasm? Were my tissues normally moist?
I burned with embarrassment. I didn’t know how to answer some of her questions. I was too ashamed to admit that I had never actually figured out where my elusive G-spot was. And my lubrication level seemed like such a deeply personal, intimate piece of information.
I did my best to answer Necea’s questions accurately. She didn’t seem phased when I said “sometimes” or “I’m not sure.” Eventually, she appeared satisfied.
“You are a Fox Woman,” she said with a smile, looking me right in the eyes. =
Upon hearing her words, I tingled with excitement. As I returned to my spot on the floor, I noticed my shame begin to recede. A Fox Woman! Out of all the animals on the wheel, the fox seemed like the most sensual, seductive, delightful animal. The Quodoushka manual even had instructions next to each anatomy type on how that particular woman enjoys sex. Once again, I felt hopeful that perhaps this workshop would change me for the better.
After all the women had been read, Mukee looked around the room, smiling at each of us.
“Now imagine what it would have been like for you had you learned this information as a young teenager. Women carry deep wounding around their genitalia. Our culture, especially pornographic culture, celebrates only one type of vulva, which is the Deer Woman. But, as we have just seen, there are many different types of vulvas, and all are beautiful. Do you see how healing this is for us to know?”
“It’s such a wonderful Rite of Passage,” Necea added. “You know, we’ve had mothers and daughters come to these events, and it is so exciting for them to learn what type they each are. And what’s even more fascinating is that this isn’t genetic! Mothers can be one type and daughters can be another!”
I imagined being in this room with my own mother, whom I hadn’t spoken to in four years. We hadn’t parted on good terms, and every time, I thought of her, I felt intense anger. But now, I noticed my anger softening. I felt some compassion toward her. I knew she had been molested as a young child. She had been raised by a borderline mother who had also been molested. The trauma of sexual abuse had been passed down through my family line, generation after generation.
But what if Quodoushka could heal her? And what if her healing meant that our relationship could be repaired?
I filed these thoughts away and returned my attention to the present moment. Necea was reverently holding a large marriage basket.
“Now, can we all agree that this experience has shifted us for the better?” she asked in a quiet voice. Murmurs and nods of agreement came from all the women.
“However, it is not over yet. This was not the healing ceremony Brian spoke about earlier. This was just preparation.”
All eyes were on Necea. She grew quiet for a moment, her eyes downcast as if in prayer or meditation, before lifting them again.
“Now listen carefully as I explain what is going to happen next.”
Go to Chapter 20.