I don’t like being silenced. I don’t like anything that questions why I speak. I don’t like any question that looks like it’s challenging my ability to talk.

This is my siren song. I’m The High Siren.

She’d be better leading a messy b**** boot camp than the music she puts out.

Just a quick dive into what type of frequency I seek in friendship.

The word witchcraft is my reclamation and rebellion.

It’s 5:55 as I’m uploading this

I wish people would stop promoting patriarchal narratives of s*x. It’s why people have unrealistic expectations in intimacy. Women don’t have to smell like flowers when they f***. There’s nothing wrong with women smelling like women. Femmes don’t have to mimic flowers. Flowers don’t even necessarily smell s*xy. They smell fresh but they don’t compare to coochie. Coochie is its own flower with its own natural beautiful scent.

We have to respect our feelings to manifest freedom, fun and fortune. We can’t live an abundant life when we disrespect our own boundaries.

Femmes need flow in their friendships, not force or football coaches.