MAKE LOVE TO EVERYTHING.

Many judge sex-workers. They deem them as unworthy of love. Unavailable to the opportunity to love. Sometimes, even, incapable of love. The one thing that I’ve observed and learned to integrate myself is that sex-workers often are the embodiment of love itself. At least, that’s what we should strive to be, in order to transcend the egotistical feedings of the profession. There’s something we can all learn from sex-workers, and that’s how to make love to everything.

When I first started the most direct form of sex-work in the form of stripping, love was my driving force. As I navigated the oceanic terrain, I observed where I strayed from love being the driving force of all my exchanges. It was not as often as the presence of love, but it still occurred. It’s quite easy to stray, even for a moment, when the nature of sex-work has been conflated with the mere transaction of money for access. Many times my ego got in the way of me embodying the full spectrum of love. Even if it was because I had oscillated to a strict polarity of never having physical sex for money. I noticed that I held a sort of shame around what I witnessed many sex-workers (both direct and indirect SWers) do–”fuck for money.” I knew that if I was to truly give myself over fully to my purpose that I had to demolish this notion. Not only for the women that I oathed to work with for the rest of my life, but for myself. I wanted to demolish this paradigm so deeply rooted into my psyche for myself. Anyone who has witnessed my journey from the beginning knows that I mastered the strip club rather rapidly. I had learned my boundaries around who I would have sex with and what would drive that exchange, but the shame was subtly still there. “Am I objectifying myself?” A thought that crossed my mind whenever I thought about engaging in Full Service Sex-Work (FSSW). I had done so much karmic clearing from my womb through abstinence that my ego was still conflating sex with something…..eerie. Something…corrupted. I knew the only way out was through. I wanted to do it. I wanted to do it ONLY if I wanted to do it. That’s sovereignty. I didn’t want to be tricked into being a FSSW through guises of commitment. I, also, didn’t want to do it from a place of survival. Through my rapid transformations in the strip-club, which sparked what this blog has become, I learned that I didn’t HAVE to do anything. That I have agency. That I have discernment. That I have God. I got comfortable with the way things were going. The thought never left about what it would be like to transcend the aspect of sex-work that many call ‘prostitution’ or FSSW (as I’m referring to it in this post). It’s time to get in the field….again. My life has been a series of getting in the field. A series of initiations. Now with more awareness than ever. My awareness originated from love. The strip-club and all of its accompanying experiences and interactions opened my heart more than anything ever has before. It brought me closer to love in its purest form. It taught me that my love is valuable. It’s an essential ingredient in my wealth creation. The way I make love through the whining of my hips as a customer embraces me and buries his face into my breasts is an energetic making of love. “How will I recreate this while doing FSSW?” I thought to myself. By making love to everything. By making love to the opening of my eyes after psychic reveal in dreamstate. By making love to the words that I type on every blog post. By making love to every person that I breathe life into through my speech. By making love to my life that is the ultimate ritual. Making love to life. Something I've done unconsciously, but now I want to yield it in a way that I honestly don’t fully understand yet, but it feels more powerful than anything I’ve ever done (magic wise). God will reveal it to me. And I will dance. I will make it a part of my dance. The strip-club is where my heart and sacral energy centers got into one accord. My sacral currency emanates with passion and my heart leads with raw love and emotion. My sacral commands compensation and my heart tends to that transaction. A making of love within me, in a way where no matter where I am or what I’m doing, those forces are dancing and optimizing my alchemical potential, thus the potential of whoever I'm engaging with. That’s how I will recreate it. In fact, it’s not a recreation at all. It's an embodiment. 

So become love. Don’t merely give or receive it. Be it. Make love to everything.