MY STORY

As soon as we enter this world, we pick up messages from all around us. First from our families, then friends, school, media, culture, society and possibly religion. We learn what sex means and how it works. What I learned about sex as a little girl was not inspiring and it made me not want to be a girl. I learned that sex is a man’s sport and they took, pushed, lied and manipulated, to get that “need” met.

From the age of 4, my mother’s friend's son pushed me down to kiss me and when it escalated as we grew older, I sought protection. I was sent right back to his room and the abuse because I was “making up stories and asking for attention.” When I told him, “NO,” he said, “When a girl says no, it means yes, I learned that on TV.” I learned that my voice has no power, they take what they want. I saw a replica of this between my parents. My father, bless his heart, had no clue how to treat a woman, his beloved, as his equal, and I was quite disgusted by their arguments. I was saddened that the girls at school were giving sex for love and then crying when the boy forgot to love her afterwards. I learned that love and sex live in different places. And I still didn’t want to be a girl.

After a vast chapter of watching people, dating men, women and trans people and untangling a deep belief that I had gender issues and sexual orientation issues, I came to the conclusion that I am bisexual. And that many men are awesome, respectful and worthy of trust. This helped me to feel safe to be genuine in my feminine nature and feel fully empowered. It was at this time of resolution and inner peace that Tantra fell into my lap. I didn’t seek it; I feel that this path chose me. In living with senior Tantrika Maryse Cote, I participated in her intensives and was very much of effective service to the participants. I am here to help people heal their relationship dynamics and intimacy challenges. I can do that. And so my path began . . .