(A story of resistance and surrender) The next morning it rained. I buttoned up a warm jacket and set out to find my feet again. Sleepless eyes squinting at the fine mist, I walked with the company of the question: had it really happened? It had. You made me want what...
I’ll admit it: the first time I was in a room with 900 naked women was a shocking experience. I was shocked because I was in a room of 900 naked women. But that was only a fraction of what peeled my eyes open. As I gazed upon the cornucopia of bodies – different ages,...
I don’t know when the ritual of tea-drinking began, but I’m guessing it was a very long time ago. Maybe it started before we – in the form we now think of ourselves – were born. I imagine the rudimentary form of us watching a flower from a nearby tree fall into a clay...
I know where the divine lives. I have the holy GPS coordinates. I’m in the DMs of that sacred inbox. I’ll share it with you. Follow my hands as they peel off the dress that has hidden this sublime site. Watch my skin prickle as you see the goddess revealing Herself in...
If you want to know me, as you say that you do, then follow me into the deep, dark wood. Find me resting in the spongy, loamy soil. That place where your feet will practically bounce on the beds of three hundred generations of leaves. You will wonder if you...
When it hits your body like a wave crashing against the shore. When you finally step out of the fog. When you can barely hold yourself in your seat the moment you see it. When the butterflies making a home in your belly dissolve like vapor in the sun. When it feels...
(listen to the audio version) Some big things happened when I found myself in a circle of strangers all engaged in group masturbation. Not the least of which was the shocking realization that I should center any sexuality I offer to another person from my own...
I want your broken heart. I want the scar tissue and sutures. I want the bleeding and infested wounds, covered in scabs and bandages. Show me how they hurt you. Then show me how you rose up anyway. Tell me about the first day you realized you were going to make it....
Nature is a generous lover. Though in the winter you may not believe her to be so. In those cold months, her embrace can feel unbearable. Her icy skin is pressed against you so tightly you struggle to breathe. You scratch at her form, desperate to see the sun again....
(Listen to the audio version below) To truly teach the wisdom of receiving I would have to leave this entire page blank. But for the sake of your entertainment and education, I will use the words that are available to me, though I share them with the caveat that none...
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