Getting messy

I’ve been getting messy lately.

You might have noticed I’ve been posting a lot more on here. For years I’ve heard the call, and have “successfully” evaded it. But sometimes the call catches up, the conditions are right, and it carries you.

The conditions being that I’ve gotten right with being imperfect. With not refining endlessly. And maybe even with being misunderstood.

As Anais Nin famously said “the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

I remember the first time I saw a woman in a deeply er0t¡c state. In the midst of her ecstasy, she farted. I felt some surprise, a little shame, but mostly awe that she had let go so fully.

In the years since, talking to thousands of people about their er0t¡c lives, no one has ever told me that the best six of their life happened with perfect composure.

The best six happens with surrender. Abandon. The willingness to be raw, real and messy. Sensations, words and wetness flowing without restraint. Room for both darkness & light. Definitely not put together.

And so it is with creativity. I’m so happy now to just let it out. To have intimacy with the parts of me that get scared and want to hide (they’ve definitely been talking!). To have tools to handle the vulnerability of exposure. To trust what wants to come through. And to not take it all too personally.

It means I can be here, er0t¡cally, creatively, perfectly imperfect.

What do you need in order to let out your beautifully imperfect perfection?