When it’s not submission

There’s a peculiar shame around paid intimacy, as if money somehow taints connection, as if the exchange of currency means nothing

A lot of people approach tantric or erotic work with a quiet hesitation. They feel drawn to it, curious about it, but also unsure if they belong there yet. Often it shows up as a simple sentence, spoken almost apologetically. “I don’t think I’m healed enough for that kind of work.” I hear this often, especially from people who have already done a great deal of inner work. They have reflected, read, attended workshops, perhaps spent time in therapy. And yet there is a lingerin