Writing from somewhere real.
These are dispatches from the work — observations, reflections, and the occasional thing I couldn't stop thinking about until I wrote it down. Some began as newsletters. Others arrived on their own. All of them are created from somewhere honest.
The parts we hide don't disappear. They leak.
Kink, when held consciously, is one of the most profound spaces we have for meeting ourselves. Not the curated self. Not the self that tries to be good or gets everything right. The real self — the parts we hide, the parts we don't fully understand, the parts that feel too much.
I used to think my shifting interests made me unreliable.
I've been thinking a lot about this past year — what's shifted, what I've learned, and the direction things are naturally moving in. I've been sharing a lot of updates about events and retreats, but not so much about the deeper journey behind all of this. So today, I want to share more personally.