I had a deeply moving self-pleasuring session this morning.

Dare I share? Dare I break the programmed belief that “s€x is bad”? Dare I shatter the conditioned blocks we have around our own pleasure and healing? Dare I lift the veils of illusion where “pussies are dirty” and pleasure should be kept secret and private?

Dare I shall. It is time to free ourselves from all veils of illusion.

The fact is, S€X is healing. S€X is transformative. S€X is powerful. S€X is natural. S€X is sacred. And, we should all be talking about S€X.

So, here goes nothin’…

I was lost scrolling through and captivated by erotic art for a while. My warm, swelling Yoni requesting attention. Gentle strokes, soft fingers, petting, grabbing, squeezing. Favorite toys.

Carefully climbing to near peak several times, edging toward full-blown climax. Then, wham! Emotions sweep over + tears release.

Ecstasy. Multi-faceted screams. Waves of deep grief without story. Allowing. Letting go. Being with. No holding back. Not now.

A two-headed snake merging light and dark. Writhing. I see her. She’s in me. She is me.

Rolling, intense, prolonged pleasure accompanied by whaling shades of gray.

Wet – Wet – Wet. Tears sliding. Dripping. Gripping. Trying to catch my breath.

Voice in its own world.  Pleasure so good I almost can’t stand it.

Vaginal orgasm. Clitoral orgasm. Grief celebrating its own release through groans. Aching moans. Energetic orgasm. Shaking. Trembling. Mmmmmm….the full body surrender. What’s happening?

Heart breaking wide open.

Are pleasure and pain this closely related? This is new. My vessel a conduit of two extremes so delicately + powerfully at the same time.

An other-worldly knowing. A sacred temple releasing ancient tears. Mind cannot fully grasp. Words cannot accurately describe.

Sacred. Yoni. Herself. Crying. A beautiful cry out to the cosmos on throbbing waves of drenched bliss.

I. Became. Her. Not my human self. An intense stream of pure, multi-dimensional release.

Pure grief. Grief itself. Pure ecstasy. Ecstasy itself.

A wild expansion of what is.

Right here. Right now.

This moment.

Is all there is.

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Our pussies are portals.

Our pussies are powerful.

Our pussies are beautiful.

Our pussies are LIFE.

Thank you, dear Holy Temple of mine.

I bow to you.

I reclaim you.

I love you.

I reclaim you. I reclaim you. I reclaim you.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. ??