For a long time I thought there must be an elusive thing I was missing. Like, some relationship gene that didn't get passed down to me. I looked at it like this failure in my life, and all the while, I was not actually taking active measures to date.

What if we were responsible with and took ownership of this potent thing that exists in each of us and that manifests itself as the truest symbol of human connection there is (both the actual act of sex itself, and truth)?

For every woman that we label self-serving and unworthy of connection because she's in her full expression of her desire, we further embed that story about ourself.

No one can make you feel small, defeated, or diminish you or your desire. Only you can do that to you.

Good sex has nothing to do with skill. It has to do with clarity, willingness, communication, presence, and attention.