Preface
Cold showers that calm you, massage oils that soothe you, hot baths that arouse you, the
naughty thought in your private thoughts, small flickers of the clit during lunchtime, the embers
of sweat from the vibrator…whatever it is that turns you on do it. Do it until your clitoris cries for
mercy, rub yourself on that pillow as you think about the one that got away, make rhythmic
moves to the music the vibrator makes when it enters you, sway with the waves, wind your waist
like you only your awesome self can, praise yourself, praise the maker, sing songs of triumph
then clean your hands, hands are important to clean especially if your going to meet your boss
but whatever it is, be your own lover, self-love is a key ingredient to happiness, make sure you
explore your body for only you can truly know where that button is.
naughty thought in your private thoughts, small flickers of the clit during lunchtime, the embers
of sweat from the vibrator…whatever it is that turns you on do it. Do it until your clitoris cries for
mercy, rub yourself on that pillow as you think about the one that got away, make rhythmic
moves to the music the vibrator makes when it enters you, sway with the waves, wind your waist
like you only your awesome self can, praise yourself, praise the maker, sing songs of triumph
then clean your hands, hands are important to clean especially if your going to meet your boss
but whatever it is, be your own lover, self-love is a key ingredient to happiness, make sure you
explore your body for only you can truly know where that button is.
Initially, I thought this book would be a guide to self love. However, as I wrote each poem and
experienced my own words, I realised we don't need an instruction manual. So it has morphed into a
series of pieces that can inspire you on a thirty-day journey. You don't have to write in this journal
every day. There are no rules, no defined terms for finding when you gasp so loud your neighbours
think about experimenting in bed. But when you do find that sweet spot; where you, your toys, your
hands or just your imagination brings you to a point of ecstasy, grab a pen (wash your hands or maybe
not😉) and document that moment. Write what gives you pleasure, what gives you release, what (in a
world that sometimes feels dull and grey) GIVES YOU JOY! And if you try and it doesn't work out, write
that down too. This is about discovery, about learning what makes YOU happy.
Sex is Art. Sex is god.
experienced my own words, I realised we don't need an instruction manual. So it has morphed into a
series of pieces that can inspire you on a thirty-day journey. You don't have to write in this journal
every day. There are no rules, no defined terms for finding when you gasp so loud your neighbours
think about experimenting in bed. But when you do find that sweet spot; where you, your toys, your
hands or just your imagination brings you to a point of ecstasy, grab a pen (wash your hands or maybe
not😉) and document that moment. Write what gives you pleasure, what gives you release, what (in a
world that sometimes feels dull and grey) GIVES YOU JOY! And if you try and it doesn't work out, write
that down too. This is about discovery, about learning what makes YOU happy.
Sex is Art. Sex is god.
This book is yet to be published and distributed; however, we have done two public readings. We printed 20 copies to be used during the readings, but interestingly, about five printers refused to print it, citing religious reasons. The printer who agreed to print it ran the job, but his employees downed their tools and refused to glue and assemble it into a book format.
I am currently looking for a publisher, so if you know someone or you are the person, please reach out!
