Our body is so wonderfully intuitive & mixes up a luxurious cocktail consisting of many, many hormones that basically guide our mind, body and emotions daily. When I learned how different parts of my body communicated with each other & how there were so many different wheels that my body was turning internally to keep me alive and thriving, I was ASTONISHED.

Don’t mind me, just thinking about how I used to lay on my back while someone had their head between my literal legs, which is probably one of the most vulnerable positions we both could've been in. Yet even in what was supposed to be an intimate situation, I couldn't enjoy it because I felt ashamed. Thankfully, I don't blame myself as I once did. No, that's because the blame actually belongs to its rightful sender: society, the patriarchy, the male gaze, misogyny. Should I go on?

Let's talk about how we can begin decolonizing our pleasure in many ways starting with part one: perfectionism