Archive for January, 2012


[Desire]

Perhaps I should confess.  Sitting across from each woman – I am in silent prayer.

Please God, let it be that she is totally, utterly, completely consumed.  By something.  Anything.  Okay, maybe not sugar or shopping.  But let it be that this woman in front of me – this intelligent, put together, gorgeous woman finds herself on her knees tonight, crawling, reaching, yearning, aching and tormented by something she cannot outrun.

Let it be that someone or something reaches up through her pussy, her heart, into her mind and yanks down.  Hard.  A grip in the center of her soul that re-orients her – forces her to live every moment in relation to that thing.  Let her flail against it, rage, ignore, withdraw, cry, pray, beg.  And let it be that it remains unmoved and unmovable.  Something entirely, for once out of the domain of her control.  Let it please take her, trembling and if necessary, humiliated, out of control.  View full article »

As long as somebody is irritating to you, you have not penetrated them. Here is a beautiful example from my friends Rob and Rachel. A woman will crank up the volume of complaint until you handle her. She wants you to prove that you will penetrate her no matter how crazy she is. Trying to get away will not save you. But penetrate her and she will be butter.

“You are scared you will stroke her wrong, so you stop stroking. And when you stop, your inaction causes harm. That is the wall you are locked behind in all of your life. You will make terrible mistakes. Make them and clean them up. Because they will never cause as much harm as your inaction.”

From a January one-day intensive, watch me demonstrate the level of attention needed to truly see a woman. “She is offering all of the signals, but they are very very subtle. She is giving you the thread to follow back to her out of control place. You must earn it by noticing.”

In the spirit of the profusion of “Apologies to Women” that sprung up on Facebook a while back, I thought that as a species, we women were remiss in offering a response. Poor guys, taking the brunt for all of it! No way! Here you go guys, a response. May all sentient beings now have very good sex.

It is with deep regret and sadness that I write this letter.  It is to every man that I have ever dated (or something of that nature) and I want to say the most difficult words that will likely ever cross my lips:  I apologize.

I apologize for the fact that I did not do the work to recognize that – despite whatever delusions I desperately indulged in – there is no way around it: nothing but everything from you will do.  I know I told you it would be alright if you bought me another pair of shoes, or if we spent the next seven hours processing.  I know that I made subtle promises that you didn’t have to do anything but be there, hang out and let me love you, or that once we “settled down” I would be happy.  I lied.

I apologize that I was unwilling to answer this question of what women want, leaving you frustrated and confused.  I left it open-ended and murky because I View full article »

If you’ve dated me, you know that each night before we go to bed, we play a game. This game is called “what do you want me to know?”. It can be anything. It can be a secret that you’ve been keeping, something you like, something you wish for.

So, I would like to play the same game with you as a relatively benign way to step in, make yourself known and to let me feel you. Like I said, “interactive turns me on”.

I would deeply appreciate it.

N

P.S. Oh and if you made it here, to the blog or the back of the blog and have asked me to be your friend on Facebook but have a name here that I would not recognize, just ping me and I will give you special preference. I have two pages, one is the fan page that you can just get on easily and my personal page that has a huge backload of requests and I want to make sure we are connected. xo

This morning I woke up both settled and rearranged, as if a crew had entered in the middle of the night and consolidated everything from two apartments, the penthouse of my mind and the little place next to the power station of my pussy, and like one of those Dwell magazine homes where the whole front is View full article »

“Women want to be possessed. In order to live there, we need violation – violation of all of the rules that are locking our sex down. We want those ideas out of us, so we can breathe and be free. Stop at nothing to get to her”. A clip from my January 7th intensive.

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Today could easily be described as 52 card pick up. That is, if my soul were a deck of cards.  And there were someone there to pick it up.

I feel like I need to preface what I am about to say by saying that in a room full of people, I would fall on the relatively sane side of the room.  Like some terrible high school dance, I spent much of my life on View full article »

What’s so hot about a Thug?
A video clip from Nicole’s recent one day intensive in SF.  ”He bypassed all of my laws and rules that kept me from having the sex that i wanted.”

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