You are always, only, and ever competing with yourself.
There’s an experience in yoga, where a single flicker of attention toward another person in the room
is enough to dissolve your entire posture. The very act of turning outward—of referencing the external for calibration—unplugs you from the internal axis of your own practice. The same is true in the Erotic.
Another woman might be killing the pose, getting off like a banshee, getting all the hot play, the kind that makes her skin look mythological. And none of it—none—has anything to do with you. Your pose, your lane, your nervous system.
The comparison is an exit strategy from your own arousal.
The jealousy trick is simple: Plug into the other person and have that experience through them.
You get free turn-on without having to wash your sheets.
When a woman gets off—truly gets off—she becomes, unmistakably, more beautiful. Her system enters a state of coherence. She becomes an open loop of transmission. You can jack into that infinite resource. It subtracts nothing from your own. In fact, it adds to your own architecture of arousal. This is where the error of competition reveals its absurdity.
You think you are fighting for the hot person, the finite position, the “best” iteration of what the material world has to offer.
But if you were to get it all—every lover, every look, every top spot in the desirability matrix—then what?
You would have the platinum card of the scarcity model, and still be bankrupt in freedom. You’d be winning a game designed precisely to keep you bound.
Cross the threshold. It all evens out over time. Turn-on is not a linear economy. It has tides.
Learn from she who is turned on. Let yourself feel it—the person you wanted who is turned on by her, and she’s actually bringing it.
You do not get free by mimicking. You get free by discovering your own access point. Your signature. And offering that—unrehearsed, unmistakably yours—into the field.
There is no copying, blocking, or competing. You have your own channel. Your own Erotic design.
The only question is: What do you want to do with it?