Compression as a pleasure practice

Yesterday I was met with many obstacles. Each one felt like a test, not in the grueling way, more like subtle attempts to pop my pleasure bubble. 🫧 

A tense meeting, a leaking roof, shifting plans, and after tackling them all I felt stretched out. My pleasure practice felt like an act of survival rather than research. My tried and true hips circles and dancing helped to shake things loose. I found myself drawn to the energygasm practice which helped charge my energetic battery.

What I noticed was that movement wasn’t enough, I wanted to feel the weight and pressure of something. It felt comforting to put on underwear with a thick waste band and overall shorts. The tightness of the clothing soothed my nervous system and made me feel present in my body. I find myself more drawn to the sensations of my clothing rather than the style. Clothing as a sensory pleasure practice.

PS - for those of you following along, I added a couple of photos of the final receipe of the Elixir of the Goddess mentioned in day 16, made with the summer flower tisane as the base with wild summer berry shrub, magnolia kombucha, tulsi ice cubes infused with summer flowers, and fresh papaya & watermelon. It was divine.