self-love
Coming Home to My Body
It’s 10:10 on a Thursday morning, and I’m still in bed. I slept until about eight, made my coffee with orange blossom honey and half-and-half, did the New York Times games, and then, instead of starting work, I climbed back under the covers. I reached for my crystal egg, put a little aloe lubricant on…
Read MoreWhen Longing Feels Like Love
Why emotional intensity, sensual connection, and longing can feel like love I’ve spent years trying to understand why certain connections affected me so deeply. But what feels more true now is this: Something was happening inside me that I didn’t understand. There were moments that felt undeniable. Touch. Presence. Being close to someone in a…
Read MoreThe Places I Stayed Too Long
There’s a kind of connection that feels real in the body before it ever becomes real in a life. That’s where I have lived. Not in relationships that were clearly chosen and built over time, but in moments—touch, eye contact, laughter, shared space, the feeling of being wanted for a second, an hour, a night.…
Read MoreLearning to Leave What I Love
There is a kind of intimacy that doesn’t just touch your body—it reorganizes it. It opens pathways you didn’t know were there. It teaches you how to feel, how to soften, how to let yourself be met. And then, sometimes, it leaves you with that opening… without the person who helped you find it. That’s…
Read Morepleasure practice
I had a pleasure practice long before I knew that it was called a Pleasure Practice. I learned how to give myself orgasms before I even knew what the word masturbate meant. I intuitively understood to keep this thing that I really, really enjoyed to myself and only do it in private. In the forty-something…
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