I Touch Scars
I touch scars.
Some are physical.
Some emotional.
All are both.
And more.
Some are on the bodies of others.
Some are my own.
I do this personally and professionally.
Hands on skin and hearts.
Feeling and finding the way.
What happens when we allow our grief?
I don’t want to make my bed today. I don’t want to flatten the sheets out. And tuck in the blankets just right. I don’t want to arrange the pillows at the head board. Or plump the cushions and neatly arrange the throw. I don’t want to clean the bedside of its snotty...Have you ever heard of the “you should just KNOW what I want” myth?
Death my Beloved – The Erotic Teachings of Loss
My greatest erotic teacher has been death, grief and suffering.
Through heartbreak and loss, I have found profound gateways to creative energy, deep longing and the bittersweet fusion of pleasure and pain.
These elements weave the foundational fabric of my erotic expression and fuel it flames.
Come Voyeur With Me…
I have been a complete voyeur lately. Indulging my deep desire to watch. To take in, from a short distance. To savour another human form. Piece, by luscious piece. I cast my eyes. Devouring a whole. It’s not news to me that I enjoy such delights. Truth is, I always...
Julie’s Journey: From Endurance to Skilful Sexual Communicator
Julie was an accomplished people pleaser.
She had spent much of her life appeasing others at home, work and in sex.
She was well practiced in tolerating and going along and through some work together was beginning to realise, how much she was trapped in a cycle of over giving.
Read how Julie learnt how to change these patterns and liberate herself sexually and in her life.
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- I Touch Scars
I touch scars. Some are physical. Some emotional. All are both. And more. Some are on the bodies of others. Some are my own. I do this personally and professionally. Hands on skin and hearts. Feeling and finding the way. - What happens when we allow our grief?I don’t want to make my bed today. I don’t want to flatten the sheets out. And tuck in the blankets just right. I don’t want to arrange the pillows at the head board. Or plump the cushions and neatly arrange the throw. I don’t want to clean the bedside of its snotty waste land… Read more: What happens when we allow our grief?
- Have you ever heard of the “you should just KNOW what I want” myth?
- Death my Beloved – The Erotic Teachings of Loss
My greatest erotic teacher has been death, grief and suffering. Through heartbreak and loss, I have found profound gateways to creative energy, deep longing and the bittersweet fusion of pleasure and pain. These elements weave the foundational fabric of my erotic expression and fuel it flames. - Come Voyeur With Me…
