It’s Okay Not To Be Okay
For whatever reason (no family, toxic family, recent break-up, recent loss, loneliness, depression, anxiety, etc, etc) some people are simply doing their best to get through the hours in the days ahead. Please show extra kindness to people right now, even if they don’t deserve it. You have no idea how far that kindness can go.
First a hobby, then a career, now it’s my life calling
My life changed. A path opened before me to have a real voice, an audience, even a pay check. What I DIDN’T expect was to find myself helping heal people and awaken their inner fire and help them feel alive again from the inside out. I didn’t expect to find the most literal fountain of youth, a lifestyle that keeps revitalizing sexual vibrations alive in your soul and keeps your mind and body young.
The day I got my freedom.
It was the day I waited for with gritted teeth and deep soul impatience. The day when I knew I would be able to make my own rules, my own decisions, and not be accountable to anyone for “permission” to do whatever the fuck I wanted. The best day of my life.
Hello, emotional fresh air 👋
Feel that?
That’s peace
That’s freedom from my old emotional chains
It’s a sobering up of my mind and more importantly, my heart
Unexpectedly watching an ex-FWB succeed at a sex club - and cheering him on
I’m optimistic about my ability to navigate this swinger world… feelings and all. It’s all about respect and trust. Turns out you can not be a match with someone sexually anymore and still be friends. And it feels good.
Waiting for the emotional seasons to change
It’s been a long hard emotional winter. I’ve had to contend with painful heartbreak and some harsh but honest life lessons about peoples trust and reassurances.
How to release the pain of a broken heart 💔
And so bit by bit
You learn to let that *thing* go
For it is only you who are drowning in the grief and pain
And you can set yourself free
When an “ex” comes knocking… you don’t have to answer the metaphorical door
When you finally learn the lesson that someone is unhealthy for your mental peace… it’s time to close the door, and keep it closed.
Don’t live someone else’s version of happy
Did you have kids to make your parents happy? Did you go too high up the stressful corporate ladder just for that fancy job title for your LinkedIn page?
What about when it comes to sex…
When the Oasis doors open again… (sex club in Toronto) (June 30, 2021)
It was when Oasis closed that I felt this pandemic the most… when I was suddenly cut off from my newly discovered pathway to sexual liberation and freedom. I’ve been anxiously waiting ever since for the doors to re-open.
My cock-cleanse reflection: I was sick of men losing interest in me when we fucked too early
I guess I just felt so unfairly judged, at an evolutionary level perhaps, for engaging in the very sex that these men wanted from me so badly. I get sentenced to “life without attraction” if I give in to THEIR begging for sex on the first or second date… how is that just? How is that cool? How is that worth continuing?
When they learn they are with a lion, not a sheep (being underestimated)
I know the moment… I see the realization in their eyes and their entire being.
At a poker table it was more obvious… when I outplayed them and they learned I knew what I was doing.
At nightclubs it was part entertainment for me to recognize a slimy manipulative attempt to get me into bed (a guy bought me two doubles at last call) and I’d enjoy the free drinks and then slip out the back.
I’m going on an emotional diet… from men who are luke warm about fucking me
My issue isn’t with casual sex… it’s that I was upfront about what I wanted out of it… Ongoing casual sex. Not a fuck and chuck. Not a one-hit wonder. Yet that seems to be what I am getting in return. Either the men I engage with are being dishonest with their intentions, or it’s hopeless to find a casual FWB to fuck me more than 3 times.
Enforcing boundaries… hard but necessary
Sometimes you just have to draw the line about whether you will accept to “feel” this way any longer by someone… instead of trying to get them to not make you feel that way anymore.
If you had told me at age 27… that at 37 this would be me… I simply would not believe it. Yet it would have been a dream come true.
The girl you see today has ALWAYS been inside me. I can’t believe she was “caged” so much of my adult life (until now)…. but now I roam as free as they come… and I couldn’t be happier.
Entice a man, don’t pressure a man, to want to see you
I think I finally understand how to stop losing guys the same way.
Pressure to see me.
Not a good feeling for them.
Enticement works much better anyways.
Glitter and lollipops 🍭… the beauty and softness of Divine Feminine energy
Not only does my sexual submission seems to be rapidly evolving… so is my expression of my newly flowing feminine energy. If skirts are suddenly in… what else could be next?
I sit here, a 37 year old single women, knowing the best years are still ahead of me. Thanks to the sexually open lifestyle.
Sex can be fun at any age. I look forward to many new sexual experiences (especially certain group experiences) and feel no pressure to “hurry” because I have all the time in the world.
A fork in the emotional road… and the strength it requires to stay positive
I started slowly choosing kindness over anger, almost like a little social experiment. After only a couple of days I noticed that I, myself, was happier. I, myself, was lighter. I, myself, was receiving more kindness as well. It was then when I realized the power of energy and that what we put out comes back at us.
Can a demisexual life hack being a slut by viewing sex as a sport instead of an emotional exchange?
if I am investing all this effort to establish an emotional connection only to get fucked once…is that really paying off for me? The answer is no.