Your sensual journey from disconnection to desire
One journey
Nine stops
All of them inside you
First stop
Smell your undies
You were molded into a version of yourself by unspoken rules, social pressure and cultural expectations.
This before you ever had a choice.
This is where you see them.
And name the invisible scripts that have been running your life.
So you can finally start writing your own.
Next up
Only preys pray for praise
You were loved… kinda.
Held… almost.
Heard… halfway.
And that almost carved a hollow inside you.
Here’s where you feel what never got to land.
Not to drown in it but to stop carrying it like it didn’t matter.
Passing through
Cry like you mean it
You swore you’d stop. You didn’t.
That thing you do when you get scared or too close to love.
This is where you stop performing survival.
Where you meet the part of you that learned it for a reason. And help it learn how to live instead of perpetuating survival mode.
Up next
Lick your mirror
This isn’t about orgasms.
It’s about feeling alive again.
Here’s where you thaw the numbness.
Learn what real safety feels like in your tissue.
And let your body remember joy as birthright, not reward.
Next stop is
Think dirty, stay holy
You’re not here to quiet your mind.
You’re here to build an intimate and loving relationship with it.
This is where you stop shaming the spirals.
And start partnering with the part of you that overthinks, strategizes, freezes.
Here, the mind meets the body and they start talking.
And you enjoy their conversation.
Now arriving at
Home is where the heart beats
Not the stories. Not the drama. The real heart.
The one beneath all the noise.
This is where you stop guessing what you feel and start listening to the part of you that always knew.
Not because it’s romantic. Because it’s honest.
Because your body has been trying to tell you for years.
This is emotional fluency.
This is clarity. This is where you stop outsourcing your intuition and trust your own signals instead.
Up next
From upcycled to altar
You’ve played roles. Split off parts.
Kept things in compartments just to keep going.
Here’s where you don’t have to anymore.
This is where body, mind, and heart make out.
Not some perfect version of you. The entire you, whole and alive.
Sliding into
Make a mess
Call it art
No more earning rest.
No more waiting for a reward to feel good.
This is where pleasure stops being a treat and starts being a way of moving through life.
Simple.
Daily.
Non-negotiable.
Arriving at
Turned On all the way
You, Unedited.
This is the end of hiding. The end of adjusting.
The end of apologizing for wanting more.
You’ve walked every part of yourself back into the room.
Now you let them speak.
You write your own story.
In full volume. In real time.
In your real body.
This isn’t healing.
This is arrival.
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