Step Into the Fire of Rejection

Rejection is often framed as something to avoid. It stings and humiliates, 
stirring the deepest fears 
of not being enough. People shape their lives 
around its avoidance—playing it safe in love,
stifling desire, burying their thoughts beneath layers of pretense. But for the consort, rejection is neither 
failure nor shame. It is an experience that 
sharpens clarity, deepens arousal, and strips away illusion.

Most people recoil, soothing the pain with stories: He wasn’t right for me anyway. She never truly saw me. But a consort does not reach for such comforts. She steps directly into the fire of rejection and lets it work on her.

Rejection,
when met without defense, burns away false narratives—love as reward, desirability as external validation, worth as acceptance. When these illusions collapse, what remains is the 
unfiltered erotic current that has nothing to do with being chosen.