I’ve been holding in my fire so long

I started mistaking smoke for stillness.

I call it peace, but really it’s me — swallowing my screams

and naming them self-control.

Maybe I need therapy.

Or maybe I just need to let my inner child talk her shit.

Some men just don’t get it. Some men can’t hold space for your softness. And some men… well, they teach you the lesson you didn’t know you needed.

In this episode of The Coochie Chronicles, we talk about boundaries, healing, and reclaiming your power as a Black woman. From petty prayers to sacred affirmations, from confession to transformation — this one’s for anyone ready to love themselves first.

Trigger warning: Explicit language & erotic/spiritual energy included.

Motherhood ain’t for the faint of heart—especially when you’re doing it solo. In this episode, we get raw about the exhaustion that lives in our bones, the guilt that creeps in after we raise our voice, and the invisible load so many mothers carry. But she also reminds us that magic still lives in the mundane—the cup of tea, the deep sigh, the moment we choose softness over shame.

Intimacy isn’t always about touch—it’s about space, presence, and having room to breathe. In this episode of The Coochie Chronicles, we pour into the fellas (and the ones who love them) with a conversation about self-care, boundaries, and why you really can’t pour from an empty cup.

Some things aren’t on your schedule… and neither is my coochie. In this episode of The Coochie Chronicles, we get raw, bold, and unapologetic about sacred energy, pleasure, and boundaries.

Join me as I spill the truths about entitlement, reclaim my power, and remind you why your body, your energy, and your peace are non-negotiable. We’ll laugh, clap back, pray petty, and drop affirmations that keep your energy sacred.

They say girls can’t never say it plain—can’t never ask for what we want without shame, can’t never confess desire without a label. But in this episode of The Coochie Chronicles, we crack that rulebook wide open.

In Episode Five of The Coochie Chronicles, we’re talking about the part of intimacy nobody seems to give enough shine: foreplay. The linger. The patience. The spellwork that happens long before the stroke.

From the late-night texts that get you wet for later, to the hands that move like conjure across your skin, this episode dives into why foreplay isn’t a warm-up — it’s the ritual, the offering, the conjuring of true pleasure.

Featuring the poem Wet Before the Word, a praise prayer for slow hands and intentional lovers, and affirmations to remind you that your body deserves worship, not shortcuts.

So light your candles, roll your smoke, and listen close… because this ain’t fast food, it’s rootwork.

Is chivalry dead, or are men just cheap? 👀

In this chapter of The Coochie Chronicles, we’re diving into the mess of dating standards, social media double-talk, and why women still get labeled for simply wanting to be treated well. From grocery store roses to Fendi bags, from picnic dates to five-star dinners—this episode is all about deserving both softness and luxury without apology.