Random Morning Conversations – Pedophiles to Compliments That Trigger.

There I was sitting on my bed naked with my morning cup of coffee when he said it….

I know what he was saying was to be a compliment.

I know that what he meant was that I was amazing and that he loved me.

I logically understand.

But that’s not how it translated after it got grabbed up by a wound from my past.

Okay so let me explain about what I am saying here.

You see in my house we have this thing,

“Morning Conversations”

and you simply never know where these conversations will go,

nor how they will get stirred up and be birthed either.

It is drastically different each day.

Yesterday morning,

after some decent sexing,

I found my lover and I in bed,

I was naked drinking my morning cup of coffee,

I opened my phone and saw something on all the pedphillia conversations that are currently bouncing around. It struck a chord with me instantly and I shared with him my utter disgust and anger on the concept that pedaphillia should be accepted as a representation of love. I showed him an image that is being put up in Denver, Colorado right now of a rainbow background and silhouette of a man and small child that might be four years at best chasing butterflies, the image says,

” Pedophiles are people too. Because Love is Love.”

My share to him on this topic was that yeah, pedophiles are people too, but having sexual feelings or engagement toward a child, especially a small child is not love and that a child does not have the emotional/mental or physical maturity to understand. These “people” are stealing not just the innocents of our children but actually causing emotional/mental and physical damage to the child.

And that sure AF is not okay and is NOT love.

After that conversation and agreement on the topic, I told him I needed to get to work and write a musing for the day and that my topic was going to be,

“My boyfriend would be perceived a sex addict if he was dating someone else…”

To this he smiled at me and said,

“If you were with you, you would be a sex addict too.”

And this is where it all went dark folks.

In his compliment he unknowingly triggered an old wound.

Now an average and normal woman would have said something coy, kicked the statement out without too much attention, or done whatever she could to change topics if she were triggered,

but not I…..

I paused,

took a deep breath and allowed myself to feel the trigger.

To feel this wound that just got scratched.

I looked at the wound,

identified that it was not in current and that he had no ill will in his statement.

However, the truth was it triggered me.

And I did not want to spend my day retracted from him or life in general with this trigger and wound playing tennis in my psyche.

So I spoke up.

I said,

“That was a triggering statement you just made.”

And then I shared why.

I shared that four years prior when I was in an open relationship,

I found myself in a threesome with my primary two lovers,

who’s intent was to create a yummie experience one day for me where they would both ravish me and we would play and enjoy one another.

However my ex got so excited he did not apply the time or attention needed to my physical body that I needed him to take.

Even though I was highly turned on,

my physical being was not caught up to my mental and emotional turn on for the experience.

And he quickly grabbed a glass dildo with no lube on it and penetrated me with it,

unfortunately it was rough at entry and because I was not organically lubricated yet it tore the delicate skin of my vaginal lining,

leaving me feeling torn and burning for days to come.

He did not take much time going down on me as he was too excited about the whole event and penetrated me quickly after removing the glass dildo.

His hast and excitement level created the scenario of him being a two pump chump in this moment,

and he came so quickly that I barely even knew what had happened.

He then looked at me and said,

“If you were not so hot I could withhold it better.”

Again, I believe that his intent was to compliment,

but what he actually was doing was blaming me,

making me responsible for his inability to last,

to be in control of his body,

his thoughts and feelings,

his sexual energy.

And he tossed his power over to me and made me responsible.

My feeling after hearing this was,

” I need to not be me.”

I felt like if I did not moan that way,

if I was not playful like I am,

If my body did not look like this,

If I was not open the way I am,

If…

Then he would be able to stay with me longer,

last longer and I too could engage in pleasure in these moments.

It was my fault that my partner has premature ejaculation issues.

Fast forward to current moment and my partner telling me that if I was with me, I would be a sex addict too….

This too speaks that I am responsible for my partners thoughts, actions, desires, habits, feelings, etc.

He is not responsible.

He is innocent and cannot help himself.

It’s my fault for being me the way that i am that causes the issues,

So what should I do if I am not okay with an issue?

Well I need to shut my shit down.

I need to not be as turned on.

I need to guard my moans.

I need to go limp.

I need to not engage in sex.

I need to not dress this way or that.

I need to not be as playful.

I need to change myself so that he can handle being around me.

But THIS is not what men want their women to do in truth.

And most men don’t actually believe that it’s the woman’s fault that they have weak stamina or high turn on.

Not fully that is.

They do however blame her to a degree,

just like she takes responsibility.

It’s because of how we were raised.

Girls are told from a young age that we are responsible for how boys look at us.

How they speak to us.

That if we wear yoga pants then we are at fault for a guy thinking things or desiring things.

If a girl or woman gets raped or any sexual harassment then its her fault typically because she was asking for it based on her looks, choice in clothes, attitude, playfulness, how she blinked or smiled, etc.

And guys are told that,

“Boys will be boys and that they cannot help it.”

This all steals one’s individual power from them.

Men become disempowered by escaping responsibility for their own consciousness or lack thereof, their feelings, desires and actions, they get to turn away from and hand the reins of power over to the woman.

Women lose their power by believing this responsibility transfer and shutting themselves down, changing who they are so to not cause issues.

I believe that Namaste Moore puts its so well,

And her statement is true for ALL subjects of our life.

“People who are not conscious about their OWN power will always sound the alarm about other people’s power. People who recognize their own power… understand that no one has power over them and they have power over no one else. Freedom.”

It’s easy to see the truth in this statement when we look at some of the political and world topics of current,

But can you see its truth in our sexing and relationships as well.

Because it’s there too.

In owning that we get triggered,

In speaking up about what is stirring in us as to prevent separation from self and thus another and life,

We reclaim our power.

In pausing on our words and asking ourselves,

“Is this a statement of love or of fear?”

In looking at what our words are actually speaking,

Because often we try to compliment but in truth a transfer of our power to another is happening.

And when these transfers in power happen we create chaos in our relationships,

In communication we thus create contrast that feels uncomfortable because we are not consciously processing and taking responsibility for our own inner shadow lands.

Today look at your relationships.

Look at your sexing.

Look at your expectations and desires.

And ask yourself if you are owning your power or handing it over to someone else?

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March 30, 2019

Reasons or Results – Which Is Your Life About?

Just this morning I was walking my kindergartner into his school. There I was in yoga pants, a tank top and sweat shirt off one shoulder. My hawaii flip flops on my feet and my hair tossed up in a pony tail. My son and I were goofing around like we do every morning, laughing and hugging, picking on each other as we crossed the parking lot and walked down the entry way of the school.

It was just another morning in truth.
And yet it was not.
Because this morning I was people watching more so than what I normally do for some reason.
And as always with people watching I always feel so separated from those around me.
I feel judgmental.
Almost critical.
And maybe I should be ashamed to admit that here publicly, but living by my true style I am going to stand in my raw truth with you and just speak it.
I mean we are all judgmental and critical.
And anyone who claims to not be is hiding or lying.

What it comes down to in my opinion, is what you choose to do with the judgments and thoughts that come up.
Do you choose to observe them,
do some good inquiry around them,
and discover deeper messages about yourself?
Or do you choose to pick apart others and find fault and reason as to why you are suffering or how you are better than another in order to justify your worth or reasons?

So here I was,
walking in the school with my son like fifty other women,
and what I noticed was the lack of connection between these parents and their children. There was no laughter, only seriousness and rushing.
There were no smiles even, just pissed off turned down expressions.
Most walked quickly and with a hunched over frame, as though they were trying to hide.
And then there were a few who bee-bopped by looking like they had been up for 3 hours already. Very well put together, but walking in haste.
Entering the school,
music playing, teachers singing and welcoming children, I noticed how the kids lit up as they entered the school because the teachers were appearing excited and happy to start the day with them. The upbeat music caught your ear and made you want to sing along, which is what I do every morning.

But I was alone.
and parents looked at me,
casting their own judgement back.
Most likely wondering who this crazy woman is who dares be happy and sing out loud to her child and shake her hips at the front door as she kisses her kid good by and gives a big hug, then turns and chats with a teacher or two?

Yes, so there I was judging and being judged.
And as I turned and walked back to my car, I noticed how so many parents just seemed lifeless.
Now I was feeling pity.
And I don’t do pity very well.
My pity quickly turned to irritation and disgust.
I looked at these people,
and in my belief they each have a purpose.
They each have a talent.
They are each born for greatness.
They are worthy.
But all I see here is a lack of worth.
And the only effing reason for it is that they are allowing it.
And what are they teaching their children by accepting such a life of low vibe, low energy, dullness and disconnect?

They are teaching them to be the same.
Because our children 90 % of the time do not learn from what we tell them to do, but from what we show them we are doing.

You want an honest child.
Be honest with your child and others.

You want a compassionate child.
Be compassionate with your child and others.

You want a child that can stand on their own two feel and is not easily lead astray.
Then be strong in who you are and have good boundaries and speak your truth.

Whatever you are desiring your child to grow up to be,
realize that you are an example to them.

So back to my point.

Here as I walked I saw a bunch of people who had somewhere along the life trail gotten good with just existing.
Gotten good with their reasons,
their excuses and why’s.
They had settled into not having.
Settled into average.

And had forgotten that they could define what their average looked and felt like.

It’s crazy to think how close to all that we want each and everyone of us truly is.
And yet it is so.
It is no further away then what we are willing to accept for ourselves.
Willing to believe for ourselves.
Willing to expect for ourselves.

But WE have to actually want it bad enough to stop calling in all the reasons that we don’t have it or cannot have it.

Our reasons have got to mean less to us then our DESIRE.

So what are you settling for?
What are the core beliefs that you have that are creating things that you don’t want?
And are you conscious to them?

Let’s get real.
Let’s get raw.
Let’s define.

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October 2, 2018

Ode to the Mama Bear

Nothing more important to this Mama Bear than her babies.

And I know that when I say this that all you Mama Bears out there agree.

There is nothing I would not do,

go through,

or try and make happen for my children.

My 21 year old daughter calls me the mother of all mothers.

Recently her and I went and got tattoo’s together and she helped me decide what I would get.

“To be soft is to be powerful.”

This is what is now written on my right shoulder.

The message is one that portrays strength in our vulnerability,

strength in the revealing of our hearts,

strength in our softness and flow.

Strength as a mother is much like this.

This tattoo is a reminder to me that no matter what happens in life, my strength comes from within.

And it is beautiful and needed.

This message today,

I share with all you Mama Bears out there.

I share my courageous heart with you beautiful ladies,

I share my desire to create a better world for our children,

and our grand babies.

I share my passion to create a legacy for my home team.

For the souls that I have birthed into this world and who blessed me with the precious gift of motherhood.

The message I wish to share with you Mama Bears is that our babies, both of our womb and those we adopt into our lives are reason enough to become the gorgeous queens that we were meant to be.

It is through our divine feminine leadership,

that our daughters will grow into strong and powerful, beautiful women themselves.

Our son’s will grow into strong, powerful and respectful men.

It is up to we women of today,

to create the world of tomorrow.

So why do we settle for less than what we deserve in this life?

Why do we take less in our relationships,

in our love and in our sex,

in our reaping of abundance and health?

Why do we allow this world to rape us of our joy and our beauty?

Why do perceive ourselves as weak when we dance in our beauty, our feminine energy?

But think that strength is revealed only in control, masculine power, through actions of ego and mind instead of heart and soul?

Why do we choose to disregard our intuition?

I will tell you why.

We have been lied too,

and we believe these lies.

We have been scorned into bitterness and fear,

we have been trampled by plagues of fear and trauma.

We have been ignored,

underappreciated,

viewed as weak and meek,

as property.

This is why we now sit in a time where we women,

are lost within ourselves.

Looking for ways to heal.

To birth ourselves into a new reality,

where we feel in love with ourselves again.

Where we feel complete,

loved,

adored,

honored,

and seen.

Seen as the powerful yet soft feminine that we feel inside our soul.

But ladies,

we cannot demand our empowerment from society,

or take it from the masculine by treating the masculine the same way that we have been treated for centuries.

No.

We must do it through leaning further into our feminine.

We must do it by tapping into our orgasm,

our joy and our intuition.

We must do it by grabbing hold of the reigns of our soul,

and pull ourselves into the alignment that we crave.

This is how we share our legacy as powerful women.

This is how we build a life that we are proud of.

This is how we lead our children.

And bless them with what only we Mama Bear’s know to be true.

True Strength Comes from the Courage of Your Soul.

The more we lead our babies like this,

the more raw and open we are with our son’s and daughters about life,

the more they see us embracing who we are with joy and fierceness,

the more they witness us healing to our greatest depths,

the more our son’s and daughters will KNOW.

They will know themselves by the revealing we do for them of ourselves.

They will de-armour themselves of the pain,

the shame and guilt,

the fear that run’s rampant in our world today.

Instead they will discover who they are,

because they witness us standing in our light.

Revealing who we are.

This is the path that we women lead.

It is the path of opening to truth for our children’s sake.

You owe it to yourself.

You owe it to your babies.

You owe it to this world.

To stand strong and powerful,

in your souls desire,

in your hearts softness.

As the Queen that you are.

Mama Bear you are loved.

Embrace this world as though it were your child.

Birth yourself into truth today.

And feel your orgasm.

Live your life, fully claimed.

As always,

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June 19, 2018

My monkey’s tried to get me laid.

🙊🙉🤭😈 My monkey’s tried to get me laid. 🔥🔥🙊☺️

Only in my world of crazy does this sort of stuff happen.

Only in my world is it allowed,

Embraced and accepted.

In truth, It was a day of frustration, what started out to be a productive, good feeling day quickly shifted gears to frustration and overwhelm. Not only was I just in pain physically from pushing my healing body to do more than what it most likely should have, I was also pushing myself emotionally to work through boxes of old energy from my marriage of 20 years and then my next relationship of almost 7 years.

Sorting and cleaning a garage full of memories can have its fair share of painful moments.

Really dredging up the past and forcing yourself to let go.

See the truth that you once lived,

and embrace your moment now.

This was my Monday.

All because the universe proclaimed that my internet wire would get cut from the yard guy and I would be out of online commission until it was repaired. So, I did the next best thing….

Was proactive and started sorting, cleaning and putting my house together.

After a long and full day of multiple emotions rising to be siphoned through, I was exhausted, smelly 😱 and just wanting to rest, have a glass of wine or maybe something harder, get my munchkins down for bed and yes…

Yes,

I wanted a good orgasm.

Lucky for me I had this last part already in the works by inviting my lover over for dinner.

And planned on having myself and him for desert. 🔥😜🔥🔥

Everything was taking longer, except for what I was wanting to take a long time and that was the nakedness in my bed. But no, instead I was blessed with bedtime item’s and simmering down of little one’s taking MUCH longer than wanted, especially since I sat there, needing to pee, needing to shower, and just wanting to relax in my lovers arms.

Instead I was blessed with laughter coming from the other room, where my elder children, my friends and my lover enjoyed themselves and joked, connected and made light in the evening hours while I snuggled down my munchkins, smelt my stench and craved to just let go.

Breathing in the moment. I felt my ego on the cusp of just screaming.

My 21 year old daughter came and offered to help me, I shot her down, and offered her a not very well disguised guilt trip on poor mom’s mood.

My friend came and offered to help, I shot her down and offered another ego based comment, sharing that I had it all under control and that it was F-I-N-E.

I heard myself saying this bullsh*t,

I wanted the saving,

I wanted the connection,

The help.

I wanted to effing shower!

I wanted to get these babies down so I could laugh,

enjoy my evening some,

get out of my head and into my body,

and get to what I was really craving.

The orgasm between my sheets.

But I denied myself the opportunity to have it sooner than I could receive it.

I denied my family and friends the opportunity to help me,

to support me.

Instead I wanted to sit in my disgust just a little bit longer.

I was punishing myself,

for something I was not even conscious of.

I felt shame.

I felt rage.

I felt depression.

**I felt like a total f*ck up to life.**

I held my son on my lap as he wiggled and fought sleep,

looking at him and wondering how I could have been so stupid to let myself get caught up in yet another bad relationship with a man who claimed all this and that and in a moments notice could shut out everything, everyone and just walk away. In gratitude for the lives of my children, the reasons, the blessings from my relationship, I could smile but in my heart I felt all of this…

And I felt shame.

I felt guilt.

I felt lost.

So I punished myself in this moment.

I denied support, love, help and orgasm.

I denied God from helping me achieve my goals.

My monkey’s on the other hand refused to listen to my ego.

They refused to let me sink to far.

They refused to let mom crash,

my friends were on board with the plan,

my lover was of course on board…lol

My monkey’s decided that it was time for me to take care of me and to go after what I not just wanted but NEEDED.

So my daughter’s came in and told me to go shower, to get clean, that they had their little brother’s.

A friend got me drink.

My lover provided a smile and sparkling eye’s with a clear intent.

I showered.

I shaved. (because that is what girl’s do when they are needing and wanting certain event’s 😈)

Clean,

refreshed,

ready,

lighter in spirit,

I emerged.

My little one’s asleep.

Laughter filled my dinning room,

I was now part of it.

I was fully there.

Sharing,

Connecting,

De-Shaming.

My monkey’s tried to get me laid.🙊🙊😜😜🙏

They made a plan.

They figured out who was taking over for night time child care,

who would sleep where, so that mom would not have to worry about children. They discussed it, argued about it and laughed.

At the end of it,

My monkey’s tried to get me laid,

and were successful.

They created the space for mom to go,

Be,

Do,

Have.

What I wanted and NEEDED.

With No Shame.

With No Guilt.

In Truth.

In Harmony.

In Love.

They knew how badly I needed to just be able to drop down and connect to my lover,

to myself,

to my orgasm.

They supported my well being.

My monkey’s.

My circus.

My crazy world.

My family tribe.

No Shame.

Only Open, Unconditional.

Love.

#lovemygrownassbabies

#fuckyeslife

#shamefree

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March 16, 2015

Why I Pay My Wife for Sex…

Maybe you should too. Not MY wife — yours.—

I’m always anxious to read the latest advice from sex columnists about how to have amazing sex. My problem is that they often fail to speak to the reality of life after children. Of course I’d love to languish in those Halcion days when we spent nights doing nothing but worshiping each other. Those were the days. But why doesn’t anyone talk about having amazing sex after children?

The sex advice people suggest spicing up your love life. I’d love to have a few hours to do yoni massage in a quiet room filled only with sitar music and the aroma of sandalwood wafting in my nostrils. Children present too many interruptions and distractions. We never had the money or the child care back-up to do weekend get-aways. Waiting until late at night usually means someone is sleeping. Lovemaking gets pushed to the back seat. It takes a toll.

I was involved with men’s spiritual development groups for years. We all took a pledge of silence like the Las Vegas code. On several occasions though my wife asked me if we talked about sex. I said married guys with children don’t want to talk about something that doesn’t exist—sex after children. I couldn’t tell them about my life or they’d kill me out of jealousy. I have had a great sex life after children. Actually it started before children as it does for most of us men, but for my wife and I it never stopped.

I’m in a second marriage. My first was a complete mulligan. Maybe some insights will be posted here down the line. Let me just say, to reinforce an observation about The Good Men Project, men are victims too. I was. Enough for now. Well, okay, a little more revelation.

I underwent a vasectomy in a desperate attempt to save my first marriage. My ex was so afraid of pregnancy that she would “forget” to take her pill. ( I know, it doesn’t make sense.) She contrived ever possible excuse to avoid sex. I really didn’t want children either, so it was no big deal for me at the time—anything to get more sex. However, when I had the procedure in the late 70’s, the folks at the family planning clinic wanted to be sure I knew it was highly unlikely I would ever be able to conceive naturally. I signed off willingly.

Turns out I was duped. Can’t go there now. My marriage dissolved soon after.

Some time later, I met the woman who would become my soulmate, the love of my life, all the magical things that a good relationship should be about. In our single days we were like mink. However, I knew when I proposed that I was committing to having children as our relationship wouldn’t work if we stayed childless. My wife was born to be a mother. I loved her enough to take the risk.

I underwent vasectomy reversal. In the aftermath I became her sex slave, as she rigidly followed the procedures for a thirty-five year old woman to get pregnant — sex every day she was at the proper basal temperature. We were told it could take a long time. The rabbit died before I was even out of my surgical recovery period.

We had sex all though the pregnancy. In the last days of a difficult and uncomfortable pregnancy, it became too painful for her. Thankfully, her gynecologist told her the way out was the same way she got in. Sex late in pregnancy will induce labor. I love that man. We had sex and she went into labor the next day.

Our first child was a crisis baby, born with a formerly fatal congenital heat defect. We took him back from the arms of the angels on several occasions. You’re never out of the woods with a heart baby, but that too is another story. I lost my job just before our second child was born. My father-in-law, my best scotch drinking buddy, died suddenly after the birth of #2. I think only a prison term is higher on the life stress levels. Still we held on to each other.

Okay, back to my opening point, the sex counsellors don’t acknowledge that sex after children comes in stolen moments. Foreplay becomes “Brace Yourself!” Children, for all their blessings, kill intimacy. It is the ruin of many marriages. Sexuality in marriage after children has to become a commitment and not an idle romantic indulgence.

Over the years my wife and I have stayed sexually engaged. Our sex life would not make a great XXX movie. A lot of it is under the covers, quietly in the dark, but still, a connection. Unable to have wild sexual fantasies played out, we have found our own means of fun. One of them involves me paying my wife for sex. It serves a dual purpose. Money has always been short in our situation—we have been a one income family—I’m the at-home dad. I have terrible money insecurities. My wife loves to shop and buy stuff—fortunately, she is frugal. Still, her spending has been a source of stress in our relationship. I think I own four pairs of shoes, she could supply a small nation with her collection. There is rarely a day when she doesn’t shop and buy herself something. The clutter has me tearing my hair out at times. But it’s the money fear that is most troubling for me, and I admit, irrational.

I do most of the cooking, cleaning and laundry, so lavishing those treats on her doesn’t open any romantic gateways. We needed something else.

Somehow we came up with the fun idea that I would pay her for sex. The money she “earns” she is free to spend without me nagging her. She has never denied me sex, but it has put a little naughty fun into a stressful situation that many couples face.

I don’t know if our little arrangement will work for you, I’m just saying don’t be discouraged by the sexologists, find a way to keep sex alive in your relationship, even if you have to “pay” for it.

—by Spencer Dryden Original Post on Good Men Project

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January 18, 2015January 24, 2019

Pregnancy As An Orgasmic State

Monday Jan. 12th – 2015 was My Due Date!

Many of my clients and people who come to my workshops are aware that I am pregnant. Many know that to me the birthing process is an orgasmic experience and why I have chosen to make it as natural as I possibly can. Like my last pregnancy I will be blessed to be delivering in a small birthing center with a midwife, my partner and many of my children present. I will be able to labor the way my body and nature has intended and I will finish my process in a pool of warm waters. Instead of a white room, bright lights, feet in stirrups, nurses running to and fro and harsh energy, little Rowan (yes we are having a boy!) will be born into loving warm energies and within 3 hours after having him I will be home and resting instead of having to deal with constant interruptions from a nurse to check my bleeding, BP and other items. A day later the birthing center will do a house call and do all the follow up needed.

Needless to say this approach to the birth is an old one and is one that does not make use of traditional medicine and pain killers.

I hear from many people:
“OMG, no way I could do ALL natural. I have to have the med.s’, Give me the good stuff!”
“What if something goes wrong?”
“How can you handle that sort of pain?”

And so much more.

The fact is this.

I have experienced traditional birthing methods. I was induced, and had pain killers. I stayed all night and then some in a hospital. I did the normal muck up. And you know what I thought?

Labor and child birth are painful!

Now, here I am with my 7th child soon to enter this world. My second all natural birth. And you know what my last labor taught me?

The TRUTH!

Birth is all about:
* Sexuality
* Connection to Self
* Connection to my Partner
* Body Presence
* Power
* Orgasm! – Orgasmic Wombman- hood

Similar to our love making and ability to open to love, intimacy, orgasm and pleasure. Labor and birth show how we choose to show up in our own lives.

What I was doing in previous experiences was choosing to disconnect and buy into the propaganda that life was pain. That labor and birth were terrifying and something we should try to mask with a drug. That our bodies are NOT designed to enjoy the process but to suffer.

WOW was I ever wrong!

Now, I will say that there are moments that are so intense that it you may feel like you will leave your own body. There are what many would say are painful moments. Intense moments. High pressure moments.

But all of these can happen in our sexing as well.
They should happen in our sexing.

It is in the intensity, the heat, the pressure and sometimes even what may scare us or feel uncomfortable that we learn to open fully and embrace what is on the other side. We choose ORGASM! We choose LIFE! We choose PLEASURE and POWER.

Or we say NO! and we shut down, close off and deny our power.

And why would we ever want to NOT choose these things?

Why do we so quickly hand over our rights to experience life in all it’s bliss, even when that bliss comes with some sharp points of climax that may test our courage to push forward and release into deeper sensation, more penetrative love and pleasure?

Yet this is what we do as a society.

We constantly deny ourselves life.
We say no to our power and we actually believe that by remaining small and powerless we are doing some humanly “good” thing.
We tell ourselves that we “should not” experience pain in the way that we do.
We tell ourselves that our emotions are not good or real.
We tell ourselves to not buy into our dreams.
We convince ourselves that pleasure is a sin even and that our bodies are to be denied.

Rarely do we say yes without guilt, shame or embarrassment.

Even more rarely do we learn how powerful our YES is and how our ORGASM effects our lives, right down to the people we associate with, the chaos or peace we bring in, our health and our financial state of being.

What if there were a way for you to learn how to orgasm through life even in the sharp points, the ones that make your breathe deep, make your heart clench, make your eye’s weep?

What if you understood how the sabotaging beliefs and patterns that you hold toward your sex are the same ones you hold toward your money?

What if you understood that the thoughts you hold during sex and who you are sexing with as well as how you show up in bed STRONGLY effect all areas of your life?

What if I shared with you that life is suppose to be an ORGASM!

So stop F–king around with the mechanics you think you should know and the shame for wanting more and go deeper with your sexing.

Make 2015 the YEAR that you say YES to an ORGASMIC LIFE!

Classes on The Link Between Sex & Money : How Our Beliefs of one effect the other.

COMING SOON!!!!

Thank You Photoraphy In Wonderland for these amazing Maternity Photoshoots! If any one s interested in doing a shoot with this creative artist you may contact her at www.phoographyinwonderland.com