For eight years, I have worked and played intimately with the body. I understand sexual expression not only as a sensation, but as an absolute necessity for an embodied existence. By nature, we are orgasmic creatures. Living in a perpetual pleasure-state is our birthright.
I pursued a degree in psychology with hopes of helping and healing others, but I discovered something that scared me...
When a person reports distress, they are often diagnosed as "disordered," "difficult," or "dysfunctional." This is bullshit, in my opinion. Humans are far too multi-faceted and magical to be limited by labels. No matter what, I do not view anybody as broken, wrong, or in need of fixing.
I believe we all possess an innate ability to heal ourselves. Oftentimes, all that is lacking are the tools and trust in oneself to do so. Buried beneath layers of societal conditioning and self-doubt, we each know what we need to feel free.
And so, in spite of my training, I am choosing not to identify as a psychologist. I have no desire to be pedestaled as an expert or authority figure, or as somebody who has all the answers. Rather, I am an equal who is intensely invested in the empowerment of others. With my warmth and my wildness, I cultivate safety and allow people to be seen as who they truly are.
Healing and connecting with our highest purpose can be joyous, ecstatic, and orgasmic at times. When self-pleasure and self-care are treated as essential nourishment, much like food or fresh water, miracles can unfold within the body.