I want to begin with my disclaimer:
I don’t sell finite relationships.

Often we do not say the hungers and desires we have or the expressions of love and even helplessness we feel in another’s presence.

Your presence becomes a kind of mirror, a channel through which they can feel themselves more clearly. They relax, they open, because they are being felt—not judged, not analyzed, but truly sensed.

Rejection,
when met without defense, burns away false narratives—love as reward, desirability as external validation, worth as acceptance.

What if jealousy is not something to get rid of, but something to use? What if it isn’t a block to arousal, but a pathway into it?

To be special is to be separate. And to be separate is to be exiled from the current of life.

We keep asking, Is it monogamy or polyamory? Is it openness or commitment? But there is another question, one that dissolves the illusion entirely: What happens when you stop searching for a framework to hold love—and instead step into love itself?

Freedom isn’t about cutting things out—it’s about expanding.

Most people are picking 
their love stories from
the dollar bin, not realizing there’s another reality available. They sift through the same recycled tropes, bargaining with themselves over which
scraps to settle for. 

In erotic relating, we seek to experience all parts of ourselves and the other.
Archetypes move through us constantly, some familiar, some strangers at the door.