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An Erotic Reclamation for the partner whose eroticism has been drained dry by the relentless weight of domestic and emotional labor—ready to finally drop the load, reclaim your body, and be held, desired, and honored without carrying everything (and everyone) on your back.
The truth you won’t find in sex or couple’s therapy, self-help books, wellness retreats, or Instagram captions about “balancing the masculine and feminine”…
is that you don’t want sex anymore because the plague of the 1950s housewife is still alive—just beneath the surface of the false promise of the egalitarian household—
and your body knows it.
It makes sense why you want to cringe (or set something on fire) every time he asks “Have you seen my keys?” or leans in for a kiss when what you really need is for someone—anyone—to remember the groceries, the dentist appointments, the schedule, and the emotional pulse of the entire household (and your relationship)—without you being the keeper of it all.
Honestly?
Sex is the last thing on your mind.
And your body isn’t broken for feeling that way.
That’s why I made this—because before we can talk about sex, we have to talk about the weight your body has been quietly holding for decades (and generations)… and only then can we talk about reviving your libido, actually wanting your partner again, and feeling like a fucking sexy beast in your own skin.
An Erotic Reclamation for the partner whose eroticism has been drained dry by the relentless weight of domestic and emotional labor—ready to finally drop the load, reclaim your body, and be held, desired, and honored without carrying everything (and everyone) on your back.
The truth you won’t find in sex or couple’s therapy, self-help books, wellness retreats, or Instagram captions about “balancing the masculine and feminine”…
is that you don’t want sex anymore because the plague of the 1950s housewife is still alive—just beneath the surface of the false promise of the egalitarian household—
and your body knows it.
It makes sense why you want to cringe (or set something on fire) every time he asks “Have you seen my keys?” or leans in for a kiss when what you really need is for someone—anyone—to remember the groceries, the dentist appointments, the schedule, and the emotional pulse of the entire household (and your relationship)—without you being the keeper of it all.
Honestly?
Sex is the last thing on your mind.
And your body isn’t broken for feeling that way.
That’s why I made this—because before we can talk about sex, we have to talk about the weight your body has been quietly holding for decades (and generations)… and only then can we talk about reviving your libido, actually wanting your partner again, and feeling like a fucking sexy beast in your own skin.