Women were taught to flinch at their own blood

On desire, sacred ritual, and the rites older than belief

Embodiment, beauty, and the wisdom of the wild

Where pleasure becomes prayer, and boundaries become love

On Klimt’s The Kiss, hieros gamos and the secret longing to be touched as an offering while staying fiercely, shamelessly oneself.

I almost didn’t share this. Yet devotion asks for exposure, so here I am, opening a little wider.

I launched a website 🤯

Chaos is holy when it becomes your threshold.