My Yoni Said No
This is for any woman who forgot she could say no. For any woman whose body knew the truth before her mind could catch up. For any woman who danced her way back to herself. And this morning, when I didn’t orgasm with him - I knew why. Because my Yoni said no.
Letter: “To the Man Who Chose Smallness…
Letter: “To the Man Who Chose Smallness When I Was Offering a Kingdom.” I saw your pain. I saw your possibility. I saw the King inside you, aching to be born. But instead of rising… You ran. Instead of leaning in… you burned the bridge. Instead of saying “yes” to healing… You chose pride.
This Isn’t Just Belly Dance, It’s Forbidden Magic
There’s a reason this dance was forbidden. Not because it was too sexy. But because it was too powerful. I teach belly dance, yes - but more than that: I guide women into their power. Into their pleasure. Into their sovereign sensuality.
Don’t Ask Me to Stay the Same
“Take me as I am.” It sounds like self-love. It sounds empowered. But let’s be honest - it’s often a wall. A defense. A plea not to be challenged. But don’t ask me to take you as you are, if that means you refuse to evolve.