To be honest, whenever I hear 'pleasure is sacred' I brace.
Not that it isn’t true, I just never know what doctrine is about to follow. I just know that it's a pretty philosophy embraced by the man who exploited me.

When I stopped entertaining Romance, Love showed up instead.
My own. And it tore my life apart.

My standards with men aren’t just high for protection. They are high because I want to be met with the quality of intimacy I am capable of.

The modern predator is either "enlightened" or "socially conscious"—and women are still paying a steeper price for the performance.

If I’ve learned anything lately, it’s that 'communication' can be the ultimate lip service in a dynamic that is fundamentally empty.

The planet is undergoing a healing crisis. The "virus" it is currently trying to burn out is Patriarchy.

The confusing thing about harmful relationships is that the name "perpetrator" is never the totality of that person.

Raise your hand if you've been personally victimized by 'Spiritual Mansplaining'...

Spiritual Mansplaining: When a man uses esoteric language to bypass a woman's somatic reality. It's a way of saying, 'I'm more aware, therefore I know more than you do about your lived experience.'

It's about power.

I’ve never been violated during a platonic cuddle. I’ve been violated after getting up from one. And I don’t experience those two incidents as separate.

A few months ago, I told a man, "Straight men don't want to be friends with me unless there's the idea of something romantic in it for them eventually."

“I want to worship you,” he said. My reaction was hesitant. As a spiritual woman, I’m sensitive to spiritually contextualized language.

To be honest, I used to think the patriarchy was too political or "3-D" for me to want to talk about.What resonates with me now is this…

What does natural beauty really mean—and who decides? My last post struck a chord around anti-makeup 'advocacy'.

“I like women natural — no makeup, no nails, nothing.” Two weeks into talking, he sent this in a text as if it were a gift I didn’t ask for.