You deserve to be seen not as a pathology to be managed, but as a power to be released.

Women are nodes in the network. Men are the conduits. Eros is the current.

There is no copying, blocking, or competing. You have your own channel. Your own Erotic design.

Where we once merely thought we were condemned to pretending over an experience of being mildly bitter, performing gratitude to cover for the discontent, we will now not be able stop the flood and expression of good.

Do not look for me in
the market of bodies.

I am the scent in the air after touch is gone.

There is a membrane. An invisible threshold. On one side: everything you think you are. On the other side: arousal.

We choose to demonstrate the resilience of innocence. We choose to open and keep opening.

A lack of erotic nourishment is like a dimming of your internal light.

For the body to open and receive and inform, consciousness must learn to play it. The body will only open when it is met by consciousness.

Eros calls us into an excellence beyond the finite excellence we can achieve through the rational mind, into what we might call beauty, flow, resonance and an awareness that things are as they are and there is no more than this.