I am a divorced, boy mom and a lover of romance novels. There’s something magical about those stories—how they rekindle our faith in love, devotion, and the power of choosing someone wholeheartedly. They leave me feeling hopeful and just plain magical ….the power of love!

My past holds a deep, unchangeable truth. In 1993, my world was shaken by an experience that no one should endure. And yet, as painful as the assault was, the deepest scar was left by those who didn’t believe me. The people I loved the most silenced me. Their disbelief was like a weight around my heart, pushing me into isolation and wrapping me in a blanket of rejection. I was abandoned, shut down, and made to feel that my truth had no place in their world.

My journey to this passion wasn’t a straight line. In fact, it began during a time when I needed love the most but found it in the least expected place: within myself.

For years, I was trapped in that silence, the pain of being unheard echoing through every part of me. But let me tell you—silence is a cage I refuse to live in forever.

It took time, courage, and a fierce determination to break free, but I did. And that’s when my story began to change.

CAN YOU RELATE?

Through the winding path of healing, I found tools that helped me rediscover my own body and my own power. Products that allowed me to explore and embrace my sensuality safely and reconnect with the woman within.

These tools aren’t just items; they are gateways to self-love and healing, reminders that YOU have the right to feel whole, to feel alive, to feel free.

Just like they helped me reclaim my emotional and sexual health in ways I hadn’t even known were possible, they will help you too!!!

I see you, beautiful. I see the way you carry the weight of your past while trying so hard to move forward. I see the way you long to feel safe in your own body, to rewrite the story that was written for you without your permission.

I know the whispers of doubt that creep in when you try to embrace pleasure, the fear that tells you it’s not for you, that you are somehow broken. 

But let me tell you something—you are not broken. 

You are whole, even with the scars. You are worthy of love, of touch that feels good, of intimacy that feels safe, of reclaiming what was stolen. You deserve to feel alive, to feel wanted—not just by someone else, but by yourself. 

And here, in this space, you are not alone. You are seen, you are held, and you are worthy of every ounce of joy waiting for you on the other side of fear. Let’s step into that freedom together. 💜