Sister, Years ago, a young woman I had never met wrote to tell me she had just gotten a pussy tattooed on the inside of her forearm. And I thought — who is this gorgeous, glorious, outrageously spectacular creature who got the download of her own majesty and power so completely, from a book, that …
Four weeks ago, I read from On Our Knees out loud for the first time. Not from a stage. Not to a crowd who bought a ticket to be there. I read it to my Knee Squad — the volunteer team of women who are helping me bring this book into the world. A hundred faces …
The first time I read the book out loud, I wept through the whole thing Read More »
Darling Sister, I typed the last word of On Our Knees, sent the whole manuscript to my editor, and did not celebrate. No champagne. No dancing around the kitchen. Instead I got what Brené Brown calls a vulnerability hangover — the sick, shaky comedown that hits after you hand strangers the most naked parts of …
I wrote a whole book about coming out of hiding. Then I turned it in and hid. Read More »
Let me confess something to you, my love. Right now, as I write this, I am in the middle of a motherfucking sprint. Massive things are happening in my world, bigger than I can fully tell you yet. (One of the biggest lands on June 24, and you will be the very first to know. …
Confession: I am in the middle of a sprint, and pleasure is how I am winning it Read More »
Sisters, Years ago, I was handed an assignment that sounded slightly absurd and more than slightly terrifying: prepare my home as if the most important person in the world were coming to visit. Clean it. Fill it with beauty. Choose the food, the candles, the music. And then realize that the guest was me. That …
Turn yourself on, on purpose (pleasure is not a reward you earn) Read More »
Sister, There was a year I came home from a book launch tour absolutely on fire with my own destiny. And then the IRS put a lien on everything I owned. I remember sitting on the floor of my apartment, back against the couch, staring at the letter. This was the life I had built. …
This is for the women with desires for money AND a life Read More »
Sister, Have you ever had a friend who could ask you the deepest, realest questions about your life’s work –– and have you laughing all the way through the answers? For me, that friend is Layla Martin. It has always been Layla Martin. Last month, I got to sit down in person with my beloved …
Everything I Know About Pleasure (A Conversation With My Friend Layla Martin) Read More »
I am 69 years old… Let that sink in, my love. The Queen of Pleasure has been on this earth for the past 69 years. Which means I’ve had a lifetime to study and practice the discipline of pleasure. And let me tell you, the results have been astonishing. (There was Regena before pleasure, and …
My first love. I was 18. He, 20. I remember the day as if it had been branded into me: Amherst College, January, a hockey game. A few friends from Mount Holyoke (where I was a student), light snow, the quad. Guy Stevens – god, even his name sounded like a leading man – ran ahead …
This time of year is so dense with feeling. If you love the deep, dark, rich range of human emotions – like I do – you are feasting right now. If the deep, dark, rich range of human emotions terrifies you – like it does me – you may feel somewhat tentative, somewhat overwhelmed, somewhat …