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.

You cannot begin to fathom what lies within another until you step inside.

It is no accident 
that we are here now, for everything—every action, intention, debt,
and credit—has led us to this shared space.

We should always ask: Who does it serve to pathologize intensity? Why are we so quick to diagnose excess rather than investigate what internal capacities we would need to cultivate in order to receive it?

People are made up of moving parts—many drivers, many motivations.
What we call “manipulation” is, more often than not, an unmet need. A need someone does not know how to ask for directly.

You will know you are loved not by how tightly someone holds onto you but by how free you feel in their presence.

To engage with Eros as a man in this moment in time—amidst the complexity of women’s experiences and the culture at large—requires a rare kind of presence and an unwavering recognition of women’s inherent nobility.