Where words spread their legs.
The blog, but make it a striptease.
This is where I pour the good stuff, the kind of words that spill out late at night or mid-masturbation.
Unfiltered thoughts. Sensual rituals. Poetry that might not make sense and full-bodied truths.
You’ll find journal entries I wasn’t supposed to post, erotic rambles, confessions, and love letters to my past (and maybe yours).
It’s messy. It’s magic. It’s mine.
Some entries are soft. Some are slutty. Some will hit you right in the solar plexus.
All of them are naked and unscripted.
Cause your mind deserves a little foreplay, too.
What You'll Find Here
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Poetry — unfiltered, untamed, sometimes moaning.
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Rituals — little spells that shift everything.
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Reflections — motherhood, medicine, madness, magic.
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Letters — to you, to me, to the part of us that’s still figuring it out
Take what turns you on.
Leave what doesn’t.
This space is always open. Clothes optional.