juliet coyote — In rapid succession, divorce, falling into such erotic love with a man that parts of me came out of a coma. And then, my ex’s suicide. The hole in the middle of my life that had been there, I just couldn’t see it.People have expectations of how a widow should grieve. What her timeline should be. They’ll feel better if you go to therapy like a good girl, maybe write some poems about loss and start a women’s circle. But I made a decision: Nothing that doesn’t make me feel fully alive. Not anymore. Not ever again.So death into art. I stopped building funnels. I quit coaching. My life became an erotic experiment. High-risk play became the path. I took my kids and their friends to Paris to see Tame Impala. I accidentally founded an underground erotic society.And now what’s clear is this: we don’t get the life we want - the one we really, really want - by working hard, skill-building or mastering the game. We don’t even do it by ‘building a movement’. We do it by becoming a l
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