Taking Time for Self

A part of my homework was to observe and to create rituals for self care.  In an initiatory path, any transformational work really, the first thing that happens is that all the old bits that no longer serve you, or are potential obstacles--all that starts to break up and reveal itself.  So taking care of the self, remaining conscious of the path and giving love to the self are all very important.

And I find the better I treat myself, the more that love just radiates out. It's been hard at times...I get caught up in the bustle of the holiday season. Yoga has been a wonderful way to take time out.  I'm reading more too. After a few books for my courtesan study, I'm taking a break with a few Grant Morrison graphic novels.  Now that guy knows a thing or two about initiation and magick. In fact, some of the material hits so close I'm not so sure this is light reading after all.

With all the bustle of the holiday season, I'm prepared to sit in my hotel room this week all alone with my class notes and journal. Maybe get some holiday shopping done. And then again, Babalon may gift me with a few wonderful men.

After all, I've been taking time out for myself....why not take some time out for yourself too?

Conversations at Work

I'm taking a lot more time off now, so I'm getting questions from co-workers. This one is preserved as much as possible because it's a gem.  Imagine me talking about this with an old Chinese woman....


"So...what this program you doing?"

"It's a program for...counseling. You know how some people feel bad about their body, they are lonely and want to meet someone? Or sometimes people just need to feel listened to, to feel connection. My friends always came to me for relationship advice, even before I ever started dating. So that's kinda what I'm doing..."

"Oh...you help people feel good with themselves. They spend time and feel better. They leave with smile on."

"....Yes, *****. That's exactly it!"

Diving Deeply: The Root Chakra

The last couple of weeks went by in a blur. The first part of spent in preparation for my weekend intensive. I had been calling them three day workshops, but now I understand why she calls them intensives. We spent most of three days with each other, learning from our teachers, from each other. Diving deeply into the energies of the root chakra: foundation, community, the material and sensual world, a coming into our bodies and our purpose. It was part magickal education, energy work, psychology and self-analysis, therapeutic techniques, life coaching and a path of spiritual initiation.

The first half of this week was something of a Toad's Wild Ride...getting my schedule straight for the next month and realizing my calendar starting to take shape for a full year. Holiday preparation. Beer brined turkey! And a list of old and dear friends to get back in touch with.

There is a new urge in me to become more seen...to live my path just a little more "out" and to put my gifts out there. To live my spiritual path more visibly and consciously.

And there is an urge to find space to let loose and be wild, and explore the spontaneous healing possible in that too.

Working with Taboo

One of my favorite types of sessions is exploring and playing with taboos.  Taboos, what is culturally or socially forbidden, is part of what defines a group of people. Those who don't play along are shunned or marginalized.  But nobody fits in completely, we are all drawn to one forbidden thing or another. We are drawn to these things because what is forbidden holds mystery, holds unknown keys to shadowed parts of ourselves.

My favorite taboo may be mixing sex in the workplace.  Stuffy offices, noisy factories. We are told constantly never to form relationships in the workplace, yet it happens. There is something in blurring those lines, in giving into animal drives despite logical reasoning. I also like the idea of bringing that erotic, intimate energy into places so often devoid of it.

And of course, coming to see a escort has its own taboo. Two people meeting in secret, creating something in a container made of shadow and secrecy.  It reminds me so much of magicians coming together for a secret sex rite.  Even just indulging in your own pleasure has been taboo due to this country's puritanical roots.

A more private taboo is my desire for submission. It's not secret that I tend towards the submissive in the bedroom and in play, but I rarely see the full range of it except with my own lovers. Much of it I would only indulge in with those I have a strong trust in. It takes a lot of trust for me to truly give up power.

There's lots of other taboos I like to explore, but I'll save them for another time. 

Notes from the Week

When last Sunday's Victory Bonfires broke out in the Mission...I had a feeling that it would be better to take the week off.  Not that a "week off" is ever truly a week off for me.  It's just that instead of luxuriating in pleasure I was doing things like....

.... checking out the coolest "science fair" all about booze and distilling. Lots of really finely crafted liquors: gin, whiskeys, rum, absinthe, geniveve (a dutch gin).  Oh yeah, and an awesome robot that mixed flaming cocktails.

.... discovering what they truly mean by: 'mo money, 'mo problems. Luckily, I can deal with this much.

.... sticking clear of the Giants parade. I'm not big on crowds, and especially crowds getting drunk before I had even gotten to my day job.

.... secret underground cabaret! I almost got tossed out for not wearing all black, (I had to go with red stockings, shamless whore that I am!)  but I made friends with our wonderful host by smoking her out with my finest trees. Wonderful acts of creation, of music and poetry, some just sharing stories. Ever so inspirational.

.... a randy & random hook-up with Hunter S. Thompson....okay, not really him, but in spirit. Spirit, I say.

.... setting up my long-term schedule for the coming months.  With my sacred courtesan weekend intensives, my incall weekends, trying to schedule some photo shoots, fitting in some family time for holidays...oh my, I am going to busy!


I remind myself to be patient for the next couple of months. I must keep the commitment to one job while transitioning to a stronger passion. It's good to keep the security while I take this time in preparation, to clarify my aims, to shift my personal habits...so many things making tiny shifts so they all orient in the same direction.  I want to live singularly, even if part of my work remains in shadow.

Reflections from San Jose

With my dedication to the sacred courtesan school made, I have been chomping at the bit to get started. My first intensive isn't even until mid-November. It has been a practice of patience, and dedications to commitments.  Indeed, there are a thousand little things I can do to be preparing (like writing more for this blog, hmm?) for the course. 

My weekend in San Jose went rather well. I met some wonderful people, and I was reminded that being open and extending trust are the foundation of relationship, of connection. Even a random stranger can amaze you with profundity if you are open to listening. It can feel like an odd thing to do with a stranger, in a culture where we are told to distrust everything: strangers, the media, our government, our senses. We are even told to discount ourselves. Most of our wounds, then, are truly about trust and connection.

I also recognized how centered on self I have been...in my motivations, my plans, my goals, in my work. Even my motivation in giving pleasure seems somewhat rooted in self desires. And in seeing this, I realize that it's also okay. I'm not totally self-focused, I seem to be focusing my energy where I most need healing. This weekend, I turned that around. I focused more on perceiving the needs of others, and being fulfilled through the satisfaction of those needs.

There was a profound realization in doing this, in shifting the focus from mere desires, to the need for connection, the need to be heard. The healing goes both ways. When a true connection is made, trust is exchanged and both people are open to the other...the energy flows in a wider circle, it circulates and is cleansed. Healing is generated by the two, by the connection. It's not a one way transmission.

What is even more beautiful to me is the thought that this healing will continue, that is will be spread by connection. The healing is shared, and the open we are to it, the more it is shared, the more it regenerates. 

Amulet

I wear a Goddess amulet more often than not, and I'm often asked which Goddess she is. The funny thing is, I never had an answer. It was not clearly any one goddess, no identifying symbols. I had asked many times, which Goddess are you, and she remained silent.  So I always insisted that she was the Nameless One, she represented all Goddesses.

As a witch, I believe things happen for a reason, especially concerning magical objects. My most powerful objects have always found me, I didn't go out looking for them. So when my Nameless Goddess decided stay behind for a prolonged visit...well, I hope She knows what she's doing.

I've been ever so distracted without it. And I think I took it for granted, didn't even realize how it's helped to shield and ground me.  The huge onyx on the back would do that. And of course, absorbing all that beautiful energy that I work with. In some ways, it has been good to go without. I am feeling more sensitive to the energies around me, allowing more work with them. And I can only hope She is bringing juicy healing to her guest.

Working this week, and especially this weekend, without her has been interesting. I think I've been taking a few more chances, relying more on intuition and strength of self to guide my choices. I am making an effort to feel the vibrations of people and how our vibrations harmonize.  I am sort of an auto-tuner....I easily harmonize with others vibrations. That's all part in how I work, I am realizing. Harmonize, guiding in building energy to heal, to attract, or release unwanted things.

And then, just last night...after a day of distractions and bounty in turn, in a moment of solitude, she spoke her name to me: babalon, Babalon, BABALON! She is the voice that calls me back towards the amulet, the Great Whore urging towards the sacred annihilation of sex, seeking her Beast to ride. She whispers her lessons to me in these moments, dancing in my kimono and victora secret's....

Healing doesn't always need to be serious. There is healing in laughter, in play, in fucking. It's in the open-hearted acceptance of all desires that breaks the shell of shame. There is healing in separation and solitude, as much as in union. And allowing for the universe to seek its natural balance, always working with the currents and not against them.

A Formal Dedication

After so much writing, anticipating, more journaling, meeting up and discussing, I've taken my next big step. Today I made a formal dedication to a sacred courtesan program, that is also an initiatory program. It's exactly what I asked the universe for. (Much better results than asking Santa.)

Just a couple years ago, I gave myself a cute little stripper name and set up shop on redbook. I had my challenges and doubts. There are probably a few to come, but as before I'll work through them. I even took a little break, and was happy for that too. It was the chances I was afforded when I came back that have paid off the best, by far. 

And throughout it all, have been all you specials guys out there. If you've seen me, or called, or just commented on a post, thank you. All of you have taught me about the gifts I have to share. Small gifts, but powerful and worthy. You've taught me that there really is a lot of common good in humanity.

This work has always been about shedding guilt and shame surrounding our sexuality, about healing that rift within. We all have wounds that we carry, and I see how human touch, affection, love and even lust can be healing. This is a chance to heal these deep wounds, to learn how to share that with others.

Dakini training!

I have been pretty quiet the past week. I was so excited about my workshop weekend, eagerly anticipating what knowledge I might receive, what I could learn from other women, networking opportunities, and how all this would improve my business.

I feel such a great urgency to move forward on this path. There was that break, and I wasn't too sure how I would come out of it, but something (like my Saturn return) sparked in me like a firework, and all of the sudden it's the only thing in my mind. 

The workshop was centered in tantric tradition and Dakini mentorship. While its not changing my service in an abrupt or large way, it will impact it in subtle and deeper ways. It was also a good step to meet others who meet this work in a sacred manner. And to see how others are forging their own path.

It was so wonderful to see a group of women, not in competition with each other, nor uniting against clients. Instead, we were sharing our gifts with each other, for the benefit and healing of our clients. It was so sweet.

My Incall dates are coming up and I'm so excited! I'm still going to be giving my first rate service, but now I'm incorporating new techniques, and consciously setting sacred space.

Holistic Sex Work

In an earlier blog post, I mentioned the idea of holistic sex work. It's a strange idea to some. Many seem to think just seeing an escort is a sign of trouble. And yes, it can result in unhealthy patterns. There are many reasons to seek an evening with an escort, and I believe it is the intention we set, and the consciousness we hold during that time, that effects what will come out of that.

HOLISTIC:

  1. Characterized by comprehension of the parts of something as intimately interconnected and explicable only by reference to the whole.
  2. Characterized by the treatment of the whole person, taking into account mental and social factors, rather than just the physical.



For myself, holistic sex work is the acknowledgement of these many reasons, and treating each and every reason with holistic healing intent. It would take a different form for each client, or even for each visit.

It means, for me, acknowledging that there is healing found in the casual fuck. A good fuck breaks down barriers and expends an energy that reveals vulnerability, is sometimes the only way a person feels comfortable being vulnerable. But I also think that as a culture we undervalue vulnerability, or open-heartedness. There are some who say fucking is sex with no emotion connection, that only with "love-making" there is that opening to vulnerability, but I would say they haven't been fucked right.  It is a different sort of connection, yes.  It's a connection of our animal selves, a mixing of animal frenzy that seems to bypass our human emotional barriers. It's in the quiet moments of post-orgasm exhaustion that things suddenly open up.

There are some who cling to the duality that some things are sacred, and others are not.  All dualities (good & evil, light & dark, sacred & profane) boil down to the same thing, and creates an opening for dogma to be established: This is Good, but not This.  Put more of this Good stuff in your life, and less of this Bad stuff. However, what is good and bad is so very subjective. It depends on the people involved, the circumstances, the unseen karma at play. 

My Truth is that All must be Sacred. It is all a part of this Universe, and even the not so pleasant parts of it play a purpose.  Decomposition, rotting, the breaking down of shit, as unpleasant as it is, is needed to ensure there will be raw materials for new life.  Life feeds off Death, as Death feeds from Life. We only separate these energies, calling some things light and some dark, to describe their natures.  There is the sacred and the profane, or the accepted and the taboo, and these opposites create each other.  There would be no taboo without decreeing what is accepted. This is my Holistic Truth: that sometimes we must play with these seemingly opposites and unite them.  That is why many are drawn to sexually taboo fantasies, and why many seek to experiment with taboo activities. That is why I've never considered offering just massage, or limiting my services.

It's of vital importance to me to honor the union of opposites, and to facilitate that. I wish to make myself available to the energies that wish to be expressed at that moment, and to let it be what it is, rather than trying to guide it to any specific place.

Notes from the Weekend

What a fabulous weekend! 

After the week has dragged on, I was doing my best to stay positive. It has been quite a while since I set myself up an Incall spot, and it was in the middle of convention/tourist season. Somehow I always manage to forget it. One of my good friends was caught unawares too, and decided to stay outside the city. It had me a little worried, but I tucked all that away and went ahead.

It's so awesome when intuition pays off.  I saw a handful of wonderful men, and had a great time. This weekend, perhaps more than anything else, really confirmed to me that this is where my path lies. That it goes deeper than just making money for having fun–it's also acknowledging that there is a deeper value in this particular type of fun. 

I have another couple of weeks before my three day workshop intensive. I'm considering some time in the south bay, but I'll have to decide fast so I can advertise! 

FAQ Series, pt 1

What should I expect in a first visit?

Come ready to relax and enjoy yourself. I like for first meetings to be more about experiencing the energy of these two people coming together, than about a preconceived fantasy. There's nothing wrong with fantasy play, but I seek joyful spontinaity over scripts.

What sort of etiquette should I keep in mind for our first meeting?

If you have a chance to freshen up first, that is always appreciated. There will be a shower and fresh towels available for your use if you'd prefer to shower once you arrive.  There will also be a spot for you to place my donation at the beginning of our date. If you aren't sure about something, please do ask. Im happy to answer polite questions. I tend to be generous with my time, so you can fully unwind. 

An FAQ series

Whatever have I been up to? Between work and yoga, there has been some serious soul searching going on, as a contemplate applying to a program that would take my path to the next level. Last year, I wasn't ready to commit to the program, and I'm glad I waited.  I do enjoy the people at my straight job, but I feel continually discontent. Worse still I feel drained energetically and creatively. I am feeling an overwhelming urge to put all my devotion into this personal path.

I did update my ads in what felt like forever. Fresh copy and a new rotation of pics. And I am working on a series of post that will become an FAQ. It also gives me a chance to beg you for questions. If you have something you'd like to ask, feel free to email me or post in the comments. Here's a short list that I've put together so far....

What should I expect in a first visit?

What sort of etiquette should I keep in mind for our first meeting?

Do you accept gifts?

Do you accept trades?

What draws you to the sacred side of this?

What separates sacred harlotry from other sex work?

Money and Sacred Service

I havent been advertising lately. I want to, I miss providing, but I am also in the process of reorienting myself. In the past, money has been such a priority that I think it contributed to burn out.  Now I have a chance to build something different: a path that is nourishing to both the client and myself. I want to provide a service where I don't feel dependent on my patrons. I don't like the idea of getting anyone "hooked" on me, spending more money than they can afford. I want to foster a healthy client/courtesan relationship. It would bring me great joy to hear of my clients taking that healing home to their wives, to rekindle sex lives. 

Making money is still part of the aim for me--growing a business that is mine, that can support me in other creative endeavors. There is a form of magick that takes place in the exchange of money, I've written about this before. It helps both parties acknowledge an exchange of energies. It aids in defining the relationship. 

For this to be a sacred path, for me, i want to grow abundance in a holistic way.  And yes, I think sex work can be done in a holistic fashion. But I suppose thats another subject.

Sharing Secrets, pt 2.

The secret of my sex work came out to just about the last family member that I care to tell. As for the rest, they will judge me how they will and I am at peace with that.  But it felt good to tell her--even if she's not of blood relation, she is family.

It marks a turning point, where I am no longer fearful of any of my family or loved ones rejecting me for what I do. Less and less do I worry what judgment others have. If I spent all my time trying to please people, doing what I thought they wanted, they would judge me as weak-willed and simply being a people pleaser, and they would be right. There is the nature of a people pleaser in me (how else could I enjoy this job so?) but I cannot let it rule every hour of my life.

As far as I know, I am unknown at work, but I don't know how long that can last. It seems inevitable, with the number of men working there. If I advertise regularly, it's only a matter of time before one of them sees me. Even if I blurred my face, I am not sure that would hide me.

I'm still deciding if I care about that, or if it just excites me.

Ideas of Sacred Sex

In an online conversation today, it was mentioned by an aquaintance that he finds sacred sexuality too "serious," without room for exploring in a playful way.  He is a fairly kinky fellow, as am I, and I can see his point.  In all of my book study thus far, I am finding a lot less sex than I thought. Also, in my meeting with other sacred sexuality practitioners, I find they focus on energy work and massage. They rarely, if ever offer full service. It may be a legality thing, or a personal boundary and either way, it's up to them.

What we view as sacred is shaped by many things, including how we were raised, our culture and society. Sacred things are touched by God, and profane things are not.

I take a wider view of the sacred.  Sacred sex does not need to be serious, quiet or solemn.  It can be crass, silly, even perverted. The Sacred exists in all things, manifested or potentially; usually a combination of both.  I do not separate between sacred and profane, at least not in a conventional way.  The archetype of the Trickster has taught me there is sacredness in profanity, wisdom in folly, and foolishness is the serious.  Any true idea contains its opposite within.

I know that in my own work, I straddle a line between the sacred sex priestess and the unabashed whore. And I like that. Not everyone who comes to me wants a heavy "sacred" vibe, or deep conversation.  Sometimes they just need to be touched, to spend naked time with a lovely woman, or get their rocks off.  Sometimes they don't know why.  But its my job to read that desire and deliver it, and that's what I love and miss about this.

The Body as Temple

I've been on a sort of health kick: taking yoga, eating lots of greens and organics, and exploring the idea of body as temple. It has been helpful in keeping my presence in my body fully. All too often, I live in my head.  Sex, of course, is a great way of being fully present in the body-sometimes to the point that the mind seems to dissolve into it.

Focusing on the health of my body, my first temple, has allowed me slow the pace of my mind's process. Helps me focus on the here and now, instead of a constant worry about the future (what will happen, am I prepared for it? what about contingency plans?)  and to just let things be.  It has helped me focus on myself in the moment.

My yoga teacher asked us to thank everyone who loved us into being during our meditation (legs up in the air, heels against the wall).  There were many people to thank: my parents, my family, my close friends.  But I also wanted to thank my clients here, all those who loved this inner harlot out into being. 

The Song Remains the Same

What delightful exploits can I tell you about? Not so much. I have mostly been studying and contemplating my next move. I've accepted the fact that things are going to move slowly (until something changes and it all happens at once!) and I am taking this cue from the universe. I know I won't be able to offer full days of I call for some time now, and I can't pretend that I'll be able to change that anytime soon. Instead, I am looking to see what I am capable of offering and making it special. Short appointments, midday appointments....not so much.  Longer sessions have always been a favorite of mine, and I think this will be key. I'd like to ask for a larger donation (to cover expensive I hotel costs) and relax the time constraints, encourage dinner dates and conversation. I also have an opportunity to take s three day workshop, on this favorite subject of mine. It could be intense(I hope so) and help me deepen this path that I am on.

a feast for the Beast

Firelight shone on the faces of the small crowd gathered around the bonfire that night.  Made glossy by a fine black lacquer, the mask of Anubis parted the way to the altar of BABALON. Robed and bare chested, the masked man-turned-god echoed out into the forest clearing.

"Who among us has never attended? Who among us has not tasted Her flesh?"

The initiate, a small man, eyes hiding behind thick frames and bound up in his robe, is lead in procession around the fire by twin priestesses, wearing jingling bells and little less. Crackling fire fills the silence as they arrive at the altar. There, BABALON reclined there, thick-limbed and dark red waves of hair. Jewels dripped from her neck and arms.

"What will you offer to our lady?" the Anubis croaked.
"My wisdom," he replied, offering up a golden bell in symbolic gesture.  But the lady tosses it aside with little more than a glance, turning her back to him.
"BABALON is older and wiser than you, mortal human. What else can you offer?"
"M-my reason, my knowledge."  He pours water into a cup of blood red glass. A light otherworldly glows within. But as soon as the glass was taken it was poured out.
"For reason also is a lie--there is knowledge deeper still beyond reason.  Again, what can you offer to her? You must pay the Whore to feed the Beast!"

The crowd, watching in bemusement, begins to chant...Feed the Beast, Pay the Whore...Feed the Beast! Pay the Whore! Softly, slowly at first, then with growing urgency. The initiate too felt it.  It built up into a frenzy that possessed him; tearing his robe from himself he began to gallop and dance around the fire as the drums took up with the chanting.  BABALON had turned her head with interest, turning her attention to this one. Propping one foot on her altar, she watched.

"I will give you my lust! My control!"

The inner beast  had seized him, his cock grown hard. Now, as he rounded the bonfire, he bounded toward BABALON, pulling her into his arms.  Face buried against her neck, taking in her perfumed scent, the soft warmth of her flesh.  Hands groped at pendulous breasts.  Caught in his animal instincts, he did not notice her smile turn to smirk, a hand in his hair pulling him down to his knees. Sharp, crecsent-shaped boline was pressed threateningly to his throat.  "Your lust.  My control."

But fear had left him. Even with the sharp point resting on his pulse, he embraced her hips, kissing her silken mound affectionately, offering up his lust and all else she would take. The blade was dropped and she offered her hand, leading him to her altar. As they lay together, the crowd cheered, firelight making their tangled limbs gleam in the night.

Why no updates?

Put simply, I've not been up to my usual harlotry, with an assortment of excuses.


First, it was the straight job and its seductive allure of security, 401k and health care.  I'd even convinced myself that I wanted more of it, and that I should be focused on moving upward and trading adventure for culturally accepted forms of success.  I put so much energy into it, I was too exhausted to spend time on other projects.  And the stress of attempting to oversee what I had little to no control over was starting to show. I caught myself in time, realizing I had misplaced the focus of my attention.


I had changed my provider name in the beginning of March, and had planned a transition into regular offerings, when I got some life-changing news.  It was of such a somber and personal nature that I questioned wether to share it.  However, there is a bit of distance now and I feel more comfortable sharing it now.  I got the news that my mom was stopping cancer treatment and moving into hospice care. I traveled back to the midwest for a final visit. It was probably the hardest thing I've ever done, and I'm stronger for being there, making sure she was comfortable.  She passed the same night my sister and I held ritual for our parents on the site our father's ashes were scattered.


When I got back, I threw myself into the simple work of bookbinding.  I was gratiful for the abundance of such work, that allowed for a meditative mind. It's always helped my grieving process to busy myself with such work.


Yes, all incredibly unsexy stuff I wasn't eager to share.  It's only in the past couple of weeks I've felt the yearning again, and knew that yes.... it is *finally* time.  It's time to follow my passions, no matter how unorthodox.


It starts tomorrow...where I am flying out to a festival with workshops about sacred sex and sex magick. There will be other sacred harlots to meet and commune with.  I'm very excited. I should have more time for writing and reflection in the coming week as well.  When I return from the festival next week, I will be placing down more roots.

Yearning to play

I was at a friend's party when a woman came up to me with a small deck of tarot cards. I drew the 5 of cups, to which she said: Play.  It's good advice, for I've been working too hard without time for play.  I am missing long, lazy days spent in hotel rooms. I miss focusing my energies on just one person at a time, and sweet, sensual play an hour at a time.

So I am planning a little May Day celebration, to take time out and open my sacred temple once more.  I'm beginning preparations now; eating healthy and pampering my body, anointing myself with sacred oils. Meditating nightly on the erotic energies I shall be a channel for, those I want to attract and release.


May 1 and 2. Mark your calanders, and email me early. I'm not going to squeeze a bunch in, I'd rather leave a few hours in between and take in downtown and try not to spend it all on clothing.

We shall see.

Sharing Secrets

One thing I miss dearly is sharing secrets. We all have a need for secrecy, and we all have a secret self that we keep from the vast majority of the world. I keep my secret self so close because I've realized it is close to my true self, and I don't want it viewed in the wrong light, or by those who would judge harshly.

But within a safe space, that hidden self can come out into the light. It makes one both vulnerable and empowered. It creates that magical, hermetic container that can heal, give wisdom and self-knowledge.

We can't let all secrets out, no matter what idealistic argument might be put forward.  But giving them some fresh air, dusting them off and letting a little light shine on them can remind us what we treasure so much about them.

Congrats, you found me!

Welcome to my new blog.

I am working on a twitter feed for shorter, daily updates about my schedule, and a more focused subject matter. I want to focus more on the sacred sexual, sensual healing, shadow work and sex magic.

I was always concerned that I would frighten men away if I started calling myself a sacred whore or temple harlot. Religion & spirituality can be a touchy, even frightening subject to some. Culturally, there is this strange idea that sex is dirty and sinful. This comes mostly from Christianity and other Abrahamic religions, but even a few mystics believe the body is to be transcended.

I say.... what better way to transcend the physical than through it?