what am I passionate about?

it's time to speak again

I’m writing this from bed.

my bed. my home. my safe place. warmth.

I’m writing this from a place that feels good for me.

and the beauty, irony, and reconciliation of all of this is that the place I’m writing from—symbolically & otherwise—is also what I’m passionate about.

love. sex. intimacy. feeling good.

what happens when all of the above are combined (or simply underpinned by) a deep, embodied sense of safety. what becomes possible.

I love sex, and I love it in a way that I’ve never seen or heard anyone speak about it before.

I love sex for its fire, power, and pull.
I love sex for its quiet strength.
I love sex for what it is, and what it represents.
I love sex for its SOUL.

I think it’s been deeply misunderstood.

I’m obsessed with the communication that’s not only possible but PRESENT for & between bodies when we slow down enough to listen. and I’m obsessed with dismantling obstacles to that presence, connection, and oneness, in myself & others, not because there is somewhere to ge…