Self Love

You were never a virgin and nothing was ever taken from you

You were never a virgin. You were never “pure” You were never a perfect, innocent baby, untouched by the dirtiness that is…. sex   Your body was the universe Your pussy dripped nectar You could never give her away, you were Whole to begin with   It was a lie. It was not a myth, it was an outright, purposeful lie. It was meant to

The difference between submission and surrender

When I tell women that I consider myself submissive to my partner, they often cringe. “Submit?!” They say. “No… what about surrender?” I get it. “Surrender” feels gentler.* It conjures up a flowing, radiant woman, softening herself toward her partner. “Submit” feels dirty. It feels intense. It makes our bodies cringe, it reminds us of allll past conditioning saying “women must submit to men.” And

Once, he wrapped his hands around my neck

Once, he wrapped his hands around my neck and he was inside me and in theory, it was the same as the other times except this time he was angry. I had just broken up with him But I let myself be led back inside I let him have sex with me and I felt stunned that he was so mad and I shut my

She creates watercolor

She creates watercolor⁣ ⁣ out of herself⁣ ⁣ Her voice sounds sirens⁣ Woman in red⁣ her lips speak the spell of peaches⁣ impeaching⁣ ⁣ Her body bleeds to remind her ⁣ she can choose to give life ⁣ ⁣ and she can choose to take it away⁣ ⁣ Hundreds of years go by⁣ and she is still sitting in the water, ⁣ blood on her

Nothing, herself

The past few months I have been learning from Nothing, herself⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Staring at the void while she begs, ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Stay in me⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Nothing means staring out the window and crying⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Nothing means cooking and letting the energy of my body move through food⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Nothing means reading for pleasure, sometimes⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Nothing means feeling anxious to work and creating more space

Last week I turned 27

Last week I turned 27⁣. ⁣ I decided I could have everything I wanted this year. ⁣ ⁣ I chose myself. I chose my pleasure, even when it meant risking everything else. ⁣ I am in a love that feels so deep and complete that it often feels too magical and too unbelievable to express through words. ⁣ ⁣ I have a business that somehow

Submissive

She sits⁣ ⁣ Back against the wall⁣ ⁣ Her face fucked all afternoon⁣ ⁣ She knows who to submit to⁣ ⁣ She submits to grief⁣ ⁣ She submits to winter⁣ ⁣ She submits to him⁣ ⁣ But not to the rest of the world. ⁣ ⁣ Banned from platforms⁣ ⁣ Reported for speaking truth⁣ ⁣ Stalked by nobodies⁣ ⁣ She marinates in grief, in shadow⁣

Pleasure in dissolving (being in Winter)

“I’m sad,” I said⁣ ⁣ “Winter is sad,” my mom said. “But it isn’t that time yet.”⁣ ⁣ “I’m sad,” I said⁣ ⁣ My sister did not reply⁣ ⁣ My father said, “I know, I just try to think of happier things, and stay happy.. you know?”⁣ ⁣ I don’t know if I know ⁣ ⁣ I know that like clockwork, Thanksgiving approaches and my

Integrating my inner child

When I was 8, my mom told me that I was so good at everything that everyone would love to watch me fail. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ She said it because people were making fun of me for being smart. But 8-year-old me learned that nobody actually wants me to succeed. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ When I was 19, I was in my first semester of college. It felt

Dress up for yourself

Your pleasure begins with you. ⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣ Your pleasure is FOR you, not for anybody else. ⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣ Increasing pleasure comes from all the moments nobody else sees. ⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣ The moments you eat bread and chocolate for lunch and moan the entire time. When you take baths instead of working. When you dance to the slinkiest music. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ When you wear your favorite