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18/02/2026

There’s a very particular feeling when expansion is clean.

Your body might be nervous, but it isn’t braced.

There’s stretch. There’s risk. There’s also space.

And then there’s the other kind.

The kind that feels charged and urgent. 
Like if you don’t say yes now, you’ll miss your chance. 
Like stillness is more threatening than
overload.

From the outside, both can look bold.

From the inside, they are completely different experiences.

Desire pulls hard. It’s persuasive. It makes a compelling argument for “more.”

Capacity is quieter. 
It shows up in your sleep. Your breath. Your irritability. Your ability to stay generous under pressure.

Most people confuse hunger for readiness.

They are not the same thing.

Right now, whatever you’re reaching toward…does it feel like grounded stretch?

Or does it feel like you’re trying to outrun something?

15/02/2026

There’s a moment most people recognise but rarely name.

When something feels hot. Aligned. Technically fine.

And yet your body hesitates.

No dramatic red flags. No obvious violations. Just a subtle tightening. A quiet drop in enthusiasm.

That sensation isn’t random.

Power dynamics, pacing, entitlement, curiosity…the body reads all of it long before the mind builds a justification.

And this isn’t just about s*x.

It’s about any space where desire and
agency are in the room together.

Dating. Friendships. Business. Open dynamics. Monogamy too, frankly.

Some interactions feel expansive. Some feel like you’re slowly being manoeuvred into a role you didn’t consciously choose.

The difference is rarely obvious…but it IS felt.

If you’ve ever experienced that full-body yes… or that equally clear internal nope…

What tipped you off?

What did your body catch before your brain did?

14/02/2026

Valentine’s Day has always had weird energy for me.

On one hand, it’s peak capitalist theatre. Performance love. Timed affection. Prove-it-or-lose-it romance.

On the other hand… I love love in a way that has nothing to do with roses or reservations.

I’ve done love badly. I’ve done it bravely. I’ve confused lust for fate. I’ve stayed when I should’ve left. Left when I should’ve stayed.

And somehow, after all of that, I’m still on the side of love.

That feels like a quiet miracle.

Because the easy move would be to harden. To roll my eyes. To call the whole thing a scam and retreat.

But love isn’t a product. It’s not scarce. It’s not scheduled.

It’s in your boundaries. It’s in your bravery. It’s in the way you choose integrity over performance.

If you’re single today, you are not behind. If you’re partnered and it’s messy, congratulations you’re human. If you’re wildly in love, soak it up without apology.

Just don’t let a calendar decide your worth.

Love like it’s not for sale. Love like it’s your responsibility. 
Love like it’s something you practice, not something you perform.

I’d love to hear what love looks like for you today.

12/02/2026

Let’s not pretend we’re just talking about s*x here, that would be far too easy.

It shows up in conversations you keep having out of habit.
 In work you’re competent at but no longer animated by.
 In roles you still perform well, even as something essential pulls back.

From the outside, everything looks fine. From the inside, you’re cooperating instead of engaging.

This is how misalignment usually announces itself. 
Not loudly. Not catastrophically.
Quietly.

The body stays present. Desire does not.

Most people don’t notice the moment it happens. 
They just adapt. They flatten. They call it being realistic.

But desire isn’t dramatic. It’s precise.

When it withdraws, it’s not punishing you…it’s offering information.

Not instructions. Not ultimatums.

Just data about what no longer matches who you are now.

If you’re honest with yourself… what no longer does it? And who are you being that doesn’t quite fit anymore?

You don’t need to act on the answer. You just need to let it be true.

09/02/2026

Sometimes agreements don’t break…they just quietly go stale.

Not because anyone lied. Not because drama did anything dramatic.
 But because what once made sense for slowly stopped being true.

Honesty often gets mistaken for urgency. Truth gets confused with action. People hear naming and assume it means endings, upheaval, consequences.

It doesn’t.

This isn’t about blowing up your life. 
It’s about stopping the private lie that keeps your body braced and compliant.

You can be loyal and misaligned at the same time. 
You can keep an agreement intact while slowly disappearing inside it. 
You can call it maturity, grounding, adulthood, or being evolved.

The body still registers the cost.

The first consequence of an expired agreement isn’t resentment, it’s numbness.

And saying that out loud doesn’t obligate you to do anything next.
 It simply returns authority to the present moment instead of the past.

If this lands, feel free to name it in the comments. No explanation. No defence. No fixing.

“An agreement I once chose that no longer feels alive is…”

Being witnessed in that honesty helps sensation come back online.

07/02/2026

The world is still burning its familiar dumpster fire.
 Alarmism? Or simply orientation?

We can’t be pretending things are great. No spiritual bypassing. No pressure to be “fine.”

And also…disappearing from your body isn’t neutrality, it is a survival response.

We talk a lot around here about consent, communication, and care. All fabulous things…and have you noticed how presence is the first thing to go when the world stays f**kity for too long?

I have.

If you’re numb right now, that makes sense. Pulling the covers over your head is a totally reasonable response to this moment in history.

But if you are finding ways back to s*xy, even small ones, even imperfect ones…I want to know what does it.

And I’m not talking Instagram-s*xy. Not productivity-s*xy.
I mean here, in your body. Present. Breathing. Wanting. Feeling.

The rituals. The micro-returns. The ways you choose to stay.

How are you keeping your internal desire fires burning?
 Let’s witness each other staying here while the world goes up in flames.

06/02/2026

Online dating didn’t suddenly get worse.

It got faster.
Flatter.
Less tolerant of anything that takes presence.

What I’m noticing isn’t about bad people or personal failure.
It’s about systems that reward speed, performance, and minimal effort…while quietly training us out of curiosity, contact, and depth.

Which leaves a lot of people standing inside desire wondering why it feels so hollow.

I’m not interested in solutions right now.
I am interested in pattern recognition.

If this lands, you’ll know why.

04/02/2026

I didn’t say yes because it felt true.
I said yes because it felt reasonable.

There’s a difference…and it matters more than we like to admit.

This isn’t a regret post.
It’s not a blame post.
It’s a noticing-what-it-cost post.

Sometimes we agree to things to keep the ground steady.
Sometimes that steadiness comes at the price of quiet self-abandonment.
And sometimes the bravest thing isn’t blowing s**t up - it’s being honest about what no longer fits.

If this stirred something uncomfortable, familiar, or hard to name…
good. That’s information.

You don’t need to justify it.
You don’t need the perfect language.

Just don’t pretend you can’t feel it.

02/02/2026

I spent a long time assuming I was bad at love.

But the truth is quieter and more confronting than that.

I loved love.
I just kept choosing chaos and calling it chemistry.

So I stopped.
Chose freedom.
Chose pleasure without collateral damage.
And built a life I genuinely liked.

What I didn’t expect was that safety wouldn’t be boring.
That desire wouldn’t disappear without drama.
That someone could stay present without breaking my brain and costing me my regulated nervous system.

This isn’t a fairytale.
It’s a recalibration.

And sometimes the bravest thing isn’t opening your heart again.
It’s noticing when it never actually closed.

What belief about love did you have to unlearn before things started to feel different?

30/01/2026

There’s a moment in any identity shift where you realise this isn’t about confidence. It’s about consent.

Consent with your own body. Consent with what you answer to. Consent with the version of yourself you’re willing to keep animating for other people’s comfort.

Being called the wrong name isn’t always an attack. Sometimes it’s just a constant.
 And a constant wrong is enough to train your nervous system to leave quietly.

If you’re standing in that place where something small feels inexplicably heavy, pay attention. 
That weight is information.

A name. A role. A label. A relationship structure. 
A way of being known.

These aren’t intellectual decisions. They live in the body first.

You don’t have to make it dramatic to make it real. You don’t have to explain it perfectly to deserve it. And you’re not “too sensitive” for noticing when something no longer fits.

Harmony is often just silence that looks polite. Accuracy asks more of you, and more of the people around you.
Choose accordingly.

Drop a comment if this feels familiar.

28/01/2026

Tonight, I’m walking into the unknown with a bunch of women I don’t yet know, and letting the body speak without asking permission.

This isn’t rage as performance. It’s rage as arousal.
 Heat that’s been held behind politeness, self-control, and being palatable.

The kind that lives low. In the hips. Climbs the throat. And stops just short of being spoken.

Some sounds aren’t anger. They’re hunger. They’re grief with sharpened claws.
They’re desire that never got to finish.

No insight to extract. No meaning to tidy up. 
Just the animal part finally allowed to complete the sentence.

What would you scream if you didn’t have to be good about it?

27/01/2026

There’s a version of change we romanticise.
 And then there’s the one that actually happens.

The quiet kind. The dislocating kind. The kind you choose…and that still costs you.

This season has been teaching me that alignment isn’t always soft.

Sometimes it hurts first. Sometimes it strips you of familiarity before it offers you footing.

No big moral. No neat bow.
Just naming the in-between out loud.

If this feels familiar, I’d love to hear what season you’re in.

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