Thinking about joining the Dancing Eros movement? Here is the subtext of what you are saying YES to;
Beyond a sexy dance course, this joruney will change your relationship that you have to yourself and thus the world.
The courting build up... The erotic orbit of first date desire... The pause... The time gifted to marinate in the activated sexual charge... The slow romantic opening... The intensity of primal ravishment... The 'stuff' that comes up... The intimacy... The sex...
This flow is not necessarily 'unique' per say, but the flow with another lover who embodies and confidently paints with their whole pallet is kind of magic...
Stepping into the public arena with sharing I’ve been a little cautious around keeping my posts rather ‘contained’ …. You know – naturally testing the waters of how much of ME I desire to share with the world. However, my writing of late has been cogged by the simply denial of the vein of energy that exists in me – which gives me my unique flavour in this space. As an Aquarian with Lilith (the dark goddess in her 8th house) – there’s no surprise that I I’m into variety and darker frequency of sexual exploration.
I feel particularly connected to my 3 centres; sex, heart and consciousness in 95% of my sexual relating until a ‘particular flavour of energy’ comes into my life. Hetronormatively speaking (for me .. put your own connotations on it), this particular masculine energy is fuelled with fire, intense sexual charge and also a streak of unapologetic naughtiness and cheek that appeals to the ‘free, wild, reckless, fuck tantra and spirituality’ aspect of myself… B R E A T H E Z O…..
After two years of being offline, I’m back on! Tinderly speaking…
My online cherry popped at the end of my 6 year relationship… With swipe rights baring the fruits of wining, dining, late night lingerie hotel escapades and my introduction/s to squirting!…. Yewwwww! Back again and now more than ever I am appreciating the uniqueness, wit and quirk of what it take to ‘really match’ after the two little love circles kiss on the screen.
I met her in the forest… naked on the earth with ochre stained skin. The free fall to her depths supported and witnessed by sisters, brothers and wise woman crones. She’s the portal to the darkness and the key to our greatest shadows. She’s the fire that ignites the cycle of death and she’s the womb that births the cycle of life.
The ‘From me. For me’ moments… The last 3 months have been centered around me ‘stopping’ and integrating. Really gifting myself a chance to rest and embody everything I’ve taken in over the last year. My biggest edge… To stop ‘doing’ more than I’ve unnecessarily needed to and rest in the arms of simple pleasure and joy.
After a couple of recent shares I’ve had lots of positive response and also a small chunk of ‘shadowy’ reverberation that has come back into my field. Is the energy that’s coming in wrong? No – not at all… After all I did open the door to my bedroom. HOWEVER what it has called me into, is addressing something that I need to be crystal clear on… And that is – my B O U N D A R I E S.
In the past – I – just like many have used my shop front as an idealistic projection of myself. It’s the window or portal that I’ve proudly displayed only the best parts of myself to the world… the pieces of myself that I thought were going to make me more appealing to others to entice them into the boutique that is ME.
The conscious slut; a woman who moves unapologetically in her own pleasure FOR her own pleasure.A woman that loves and celebrates her body and her sensuality without the fear of being too much – too sexy – too radiant… Why? Because she has herself, she holds herself and she validates herself. She moves from her heart and when you see her – you feel her.
Facebook aptly reminded me this morning of a post I made 4 years ago today. It was my first blog post I ever shared and it was one of those experiences that was ‘channeled’ and really opened me to the path of healing through writing. I read it again this morning and I look back and I celebrate my mid 20’s year old self in a state of beautiful reflection. As much as I felt like a ‘mess’ back then I really honour the knowing that I had – even in the thick of it … and the courage I had to keep exploring to the depths of this… the depths of me.
So…. Lets talk about orgasms …. and my current commitment to myself is expanding the definition of mine…I am now on my 4th commencement of a 30 say tapas (fancy yogic term for a commitment to self) to self pleasure every day for a month. This means internal orgasms only and experiencing other forms orgasmic pleasure wavesin my body… OH … and did I mention no to clitoral orgasms?
The first time I came here it was a just over a year ago. I landed in the bay and went straight to main. I followed my ears to the beat of the drums and found these guys. The first drum circle I went to I wanted to move – fuck… My body wanted to move so bad but I felt bound (not the good kind)…. I felt restricted in my movement because I felt restricted in how I move in life.
Hello WORLD… Such a pleasure to meet you. My name is Zoe – a self confessed being and sexuality revolutionist. This is a space carved out for the sharing of raw, edgy and real accounts of my unfolding into for me what it means to step into the fullness of being in life – through connecting with the essence of myself and my sexuality. Stripped back… this blog is an account and personal invite to the space that I dance, self pleasure, laugh, scream, cry, honour myself, make love and fuck in my earthly commitment to GROW.