What if pleasure and pain were never enemies, but sacred lovers in embrace?
A reflection on a profound moment during a Taoist Tantra massage, when pain surfaced, not as something to fix, but as something to feel. As I breathed with my receiver, pain and pleasure wove together like lovers in a sacred dance. I realised that our emotions aren’t blocks to ecstasy, they’re gateways into it.
Presence, not perfection, is where true pleasure lives. These sessions are teaching me again and again that healing doesn’t mean resisting what arises, it means welcoming it with love, breath, and deep trust.
I once medicated my aliveness. Today, I honour it.
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I always thought I was bad at love. Turns out, I was terrified of receiving it.
What if receiving didn’t have to mean risking loss?
What if it could be safe, delicious even, to fully let love in?
This post is a tender unraveling of a truth I never expected to meet while abroad:
I didn’t know how to receive.
But now… I’m re-learning. One sacred breath at a time.
I used to resist love. Now, I can’t get enough of it.
When receiving felt dangerous, I called it love…
But it wasn’t.
Real love doesn’t close.
It flows. It softens. It opens.
This post is a love letter to the moment I stopped resisting love, and started letting it in.
It changed everything.
Sacred touch. Real transformation. This is what I was born to offer.
It’s happening…
My sacred work is blossoming into something I can truly live from.
This post is a love letter to the beginning of my paid Taoist Tantra massage journey.
To the men who are reclaiming softness, joy, and sensitivity,
and to the moments that remind me:
This isn’t just touch. This is transformation.
And I’m so here for it.