Coming Home to My Body

Art Nouveau illustration of a woman with flowing floral hair ornaments holding grapes and fruit, gazing over her shoulder with a calm, confident expression.

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…

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When Longing Feels Like Love

Double exposure of a woman’s body blended with a natural landscape, representing longing, sensual embodiment, and emotional connection, sebastians mysteries

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…

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The Places I Stayed Too Long

Abstract painting of intertwined human figures in soft blue and warm tones, evoking emotional connection, longing, and intimacy

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.…

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Learning to Leave What I Love

woman sitting in underwear holding her legs, grounded and self-connected body pose

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…

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pleasure practice

pleasure 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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