I once loved a man in whose potential I believed deeply. Our bond was built on a shared desire to live free from shame, a promise I made to myself when I was 20 and echoed by him years later when we met. Though he and I lived toward the same end – the goal of giving...
I am writing this where I have been doing most of my writing for the past month – in a small hotel room with bad lighting and an open suitcase. Currently the setting is Rome, a place I swore I would never return. It was an ugly city that first time, in my eyes it was...
You’ll want to slow down to read this. Sit back. Take a long, deep breath in and let it trickle out of your lungs as if it were the one and only exhalation you were ever to enjoy. In just a breath, you have witnessed the wisdom of the erotic. Now let it bloom inside...
I once heard a story about the meaning of enrichment. It was about the c*ck of a god that was torn off and swallowed by a fish. It was lost forever. But as the tale goes, it is the reason that the land becomes fertile when the great river floods. Though this is the...
Do you ever forget yourself? Put differently, do you ever forget your capacity for greatness, for self-expression, for being a valuable member of your chosen community? Do you forget yourself as an artist? A thinker? A creator of new ways? If your memory is a little...
This piece is part of my monthly series, The Spiritual Side of Sex. Read more like it here. It’s a known, but often unsaid, thing: sex opens us up in a way that nothing else can. Physically, emotionally, spiritually – we come open. Sometimes we are ripped open....
What would it take to really heal? A weeklong retreat? A five-figure coaching package? Finally confronting that person? Sure, those things can help. But if you truly want to know what it means to heal, there’s something else to toss into your cauldron: vulnerability....
Sex, in its simplest form, is a playspace. This playspace is desperately needed by adults who typically don’t have a lot of ways in which to find the kind of playfulness we used to know. Our grown up days are filled with responsibility. Taking care of others, paying...
(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...
Every year on my daughter’s birthday I write her a love letter. One day maybe she will want to read them. My sweet girl, I had written an entirely different letter for you this year. It was complete and perfect in its expression of love for who you have been in my...
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