A woman who is erotically powered is deeply emotional, with deep being the operative word. Her emotions run deep and as a result carry with them a type of gravitas. They transform what would otherwise be a single note of expression into a chord of complexity and depth. When she receives another, it is not a surface reception but something she draws down into her core, something that will transform her for life, something she cannot expunge because of the other's poor behavior.
The price she pays is she cannot disconnect. Her emotional body will remain always open, able to be moved and affected. It takes power not to close up in the face of difficult emotions. It takes power to remain open after forms shift and change, the shifting of which, in the world of appearances, seems to carry with it a directive to close.
It takes power to feel malice coming from outside and to remain open and feel it. It takes power to remain seated in her emotional body as the currents of emotion flood through, not to be pulled out or pushed away, and not to close off in order to be disaffected.
A woman who is erotically disconnected has disproportionate, unmoored emotional responses; they have no weight. She is a caricature of emotion, for without connection to the depths, emotions move through her rapid-fire. She loves, she hates, she blocks, she is ecstatic, she is sad. She invites others to dismiss her as shallow and flighty.
Or, she may take the more masculine route and lock her emotions down. This confuses depth with constriction. This woman is often long-suffering. There is a gripped quality that passes as depth. What she calls love is possession; what she calls loyalty is dependence; what she calls stability is lockdown. She is recognizable by her delayed response. The free-flowing of emotions, the very newness of them, is put on lockdown. There is often a sense of regret of not knowing what or how things happened.
She has no idea that people who live in real-time emotions face a wall when they come to her, a wall she has constructed to protect herself. This hurts others but because she doesn't even see it, she is surprised when people stop trying to touch her, to reach her, to connect. She only comes out from behind the wall when they finally leave. But the fact that they have left confirms she needs protection and must go back to maintaining the wall.
She has no idea that her protection is what she needs protection from. The only real protection is power, and the willingness to get hurt. Living, breathing hurt passes and grows us, whereas the pain of living in a deep freeze only increases.