Say the thing you’re not allowed to say.
The thing that feels like trouble.
The thing you whisper to your bestie on the phone, only after prefacing, “this might be fucked up, but…”
The thing you REALLY believe, outside of whatever box of acceptability your voice is trapped in and clawing at.
Say the thing your mom will side eye you over.
The thing that’ll make your aunt scroll quickly past.
The thing that you scribble in your journal when no one is around to judge.
The thing your fave teacher just might staunchly disagree with.
The thing that’s yours and yours alone to say, because it’s true blue, all the way you, no hiding or pleasing in a single little syllable.
Say it like it’s the ticket to your next life.
Say it like it’s the spell that can undo all the hell you’ve built around your turn on.
Say it like it’s the siren song for your long lost soul mates.
Meet me at the bottom of the sea, you sing. Let’s drown in the sound of truth, and begin.
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Pssst… for the even more visually erotic version, head to my gramalam.
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Beloveds: I’m starting a waitlist for an offering I’m beyond excited about. So much so that I don’t wanna wait til after the baby’s born to begin telling you about it. Like, this magic won’t begin until October 2023. And still. I want to tell you about it... now.
It’s called SIREN COVEN.
6 months of AMPLIFYING YOUR SIREN SONG. The creative prowess inside that refuses to hide. That seduces and stuns. That must be born, wet flesh in this wild, wild world.
If you’ve got juicy creative gems that are yearning to spill forth, click click to learn more and hop on the waitlist!
Also, I’m running a FEBRUARY SPECIAL with an early enrollment option if you just. can’t. wait. Like meeee.
Big saucy love from my wild heart to yours. Go forth. Eat the rules. Write trouble.
xox,
Rachael