I’m Creating an e-Course on Sensuality, & I Need Your Help!

To me, there cannot be sexuality without sensuality. Sensual expression fuels erotic expression. Without it, sex & the erotic would be mechanic, heady, slightly methodical. No, we absolutely need sensuality to help our sexual expressions bloom fully & deliciously.

But what exactly is sensuality? What does it mean to be sensual? And how does one connect to this exquisite-sounding way of living on a daily basis, both in & out of the bedroom?

At the most basic level, sensuality is about living life fully through the senses, about embodiment & indulgence & erotic physicality.

It’s also about connection, self-expression, deep inner listening, shameless satiation, & pleasure—lots & lots of pleasure.

Now, you may be reading this now, & thinking, “That all sounds nice & interesting, but that’s not me.”

Oh, but I beg to differ.

I believe that you have it in you to be sensual—always have, always will. And I want so badly for you to be beautifully mindful of the body you’re in; for you to feel juicy, turned on, voluptuous, succulent. I want you to feel awake to every gorgeous moment that happens in your life—every day, every minute, always.

What I especially want is for you to feel comfortable & confident claiming the word sensual for yourself.

If sensuality & sensual living has ever felt lofty to you; if you’ve ever thought to yourself “I am not sensual”; if you’re curious about how you can embody sensuality daily, in your own beautiful way. . .

I invite you to take the 30 Days of Sensuality e-course, with me as your sensual guide.


Next Monday, September 8th—which just so happens to be a Full Moon—I’m doing a soft launch of my brand new e-course, 30 Days of Sensuality. This’ll be a 4-week journey that will help you reclaim your sensual nature & get into the habit of living life fully through your senses on a daily basis. 

If the name sounds familiar, it’s because I took my very old & out-of-date email series of the same name & revamped it entirely, giving it fresh content, more in-depth assignments, & other lovely little additions to help you uncover, reclaim, & celebrate your sensual expression.

Some of those lovely little additions:

  • moxie-filled daily prompts
  • a private online forum
  • group coaching sessions with me & other sensualists
  • + more!

But here’s the thing: I need your help.

This e-course is nearly finished. I’m putting the final touches on it as we speak. And while I could just trust that I’ve done good work, that everything’s perfect & launch, I want to be sure.

I want to be sure that this course is as transformative as I have dreamed it up to be. I want to be sure that all of this hard work that I’ve been doing is perfectly translated into something that’ll renew you. I want to be sure that this course has everything you need to help reclaim your sensual essence & live a life of succulence from here on out.

And that’s where you come in.

I’m seeking a small group of sensually curious women who would like to reconnect themselves back into their bodies, their senses, & uncover (or meet for the first time) a part of themselves that has been lost: their succulence, their juiciness, & a deeper, more meaningful sense of pleasure.

In exchange for their curiosity & willingness to play & give feedback, they’ll go through my newly forged 30 Days of Sensuality e-course at a special introductory price—more than 75% off of the original price.

PLUS. . . all of the lovely little additions I mentioned above—all thirty course prompts, access to the private, members-only forum, & two group coaching sessions with me & other sensualists (this one alone is worth $250).

AND! If you ever want to take the course again (& it’ll be even better the second time), the beta price of the course will stay locked in forever for you.  

If you’d like to be one of the first people in the inaugural launch of 30 Days of Sensuality, put in your information below.

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Then. . . on September 8th @ midnight, I’ll open the doors to the inaugural launch of 30 Days of Sensuality, letting in only a small number of people (I’m thinking less than 20).

I’ll keep the doors open for only 24 hours, or until all spots are filled—whichever happens first. So if you’re serious about lending your eyes & senses in the initial launch of this newly crafted course, you’ll need to act fast. These few spots will go quickly.

I so appreciate your interest in helping, & I’m very, very excited about introducing you to (& essentially co-creating) this course.

With deepest love,


I Am A “Too Much” Woman

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Note: This writing is inspired by & dedicated to all of the Too Much women I have worked with, who, very bravely & against all odds, rise.

There she is. . . the “too much” woman. The one who loves too hard, feels too deeply, asks too often, desires too much.

There she is taking up too much space, with her laughter, her curves, her honesty, her sexuality. Her presence is as tall as a tree, as wide as a mountain. Her energy occupies every crevice of the room. Too much space she takes.

There she is causing a ruckus with her persistent wanting, too much wanting. She desires a lot, wants everything—too much happiness, too much alone time, too much pleasure. She’ll go through brimstone, murky river, & hellfire to get it. She’ll risk all to quell the longings of her heart & body. This makes her dangerous. She is dangerous.

And there she goes, that “too much” woman, making people think too much, feel too much, swoon too much. She with her authentic prose & a self-assuredness in the way she carries herself. She with her belly laughs & her insatiable appetite & her proneness to fiery passion. All eyes on her, thinking she’s hot shit.

Oh, that “too much” woman. . . too loud, too vibrant, too honest, too emotional, too smart, too intense, too pretty, too difficult, too sensitive, too wild, too intimidating, too successful, too fat, too strong, too political, too joyous, too needy—too much.

She should simmer down a bit, be taken down a couple notches. Someone should put her back in a more respectable place. Someone should tell her.

Here I am. . . the Too Much Woman, with my too-tender heart & my too-much emotions.

A hedonist, feminist, pleasure seeker, empath. I want a lot—justice, sincerity, spaciousness, ease, intimacy, actualization, respect, to be seen, to be understood, your undivided attention, & all of your promises to be kept.

I’ve been called high maintenance because I want what I want, & intimidating because of the space I occupy. I’ve been called selfish because I am self-loving. I’ve been called a witch because I know how to heal myself.

And still. . . I rise. Still, I want & feel & ask & risk & take up space.

I must.

Us Too Much Women have been facing extermination for centuries—we are so afraid of her, terrified of her big presence, of the way she commands respect & wields the truth of her feelings. We’ve been trying to stifle the Too Much Woman for ions—in our sisters, in our wives, in our daughters. And even now, even today, we shame the Too Much Woman for her bigness, for her wanting, for her passionate nature.

And still. . . she thrives.

In my own world & before my very eyes, I am witnessing the reclamation & rising up of the Too Much Woman. That Too Much Woman is also known to some as Wild Woman or the Divine Feminine. In any case, she is me, she is you, & she is loving that she’s finally, finally getting some airtime.

If you’ve ever been called “too much,” or “overly emotional,” or “bitchy,” or “stuck up,” you are likely a Too Much Woman.

And if you are. . . I implore you to embrace all that you are—all of your depth, all of your vastness; to not hold yourself in, & to never abandon yourself, your bigness, your radiance.

Forget everything you’ve heard—your too much-ness is a gift; oh yes, one that can heal, incite, liberate, & cut straight to the heart of things.

Do not be afraid of this gift, & let no one shy you away from it. Your too much-ness is magic, is medicine. It can change the world.

Don’t believe me? Check this: All of your favorite women, the ones who’ve made history, the ones who’ve lent their voices for change & have courageously given themselves permission to be exactly who they are—some examples: Oprah, Ronda Rousey, Danielle LaPorte, Beyoncé, Kali, Misty Copeland, Janet Mock, Mary Magdalene . . .—they’re all Too Much Women.

So please, Two Much Woman: Ask. Seek. Desire. Expand. Move. Feel. Be.

Make your waves, fan your flames, give us chills.

Please, rise.
We need you.

A Simple & Potent Reminder for When It Doesn’t Come Easy

It’s OK if it’s hard.

It’s OK if desire doesn’t come easy for you tonight, tomorrow morning, or mid-afternoon next Friday.

It’s OK if your body isn’t feeling juicy or sexual.

It’s OK if your orgasm is no where to be found.

It’s OK if you can’t seem to access the sensual, embodied, feminine parts of you today.

It’s OK if your inner dialogue is saying things to you that you would never say to your best friend or lover or daughter.

It’s OK if you’re not in the mood, if you’ve got a headache, if it’s been a long day, if the answer is simply No.

It’s OK if you don’t know why.

It’s all alright.

Your sexual identity doesn’t cease to exist, your erotic power does not become null, because of a bad night or a series of weird moments.

Just give yourself space to be. Allow this strangeness, these out-of-nowhere awkward feelings to pass through you. Honor what is. If “what is” is can’t do, that’s perfectly alright. (Yes, really.)

Everything goes in cycles; this is your cycle, one of many that you’ll have in your lifetime, & it’s perfect as it is.

You are OK, you are enough, you are whole.

This too shall pass.



The Only Sex Toy(s) I’ll Ever Use, & a Chance to Have One of Your Own!

I absolutely love getting myself off with my hands. I love feeling the subtle & succulent nuances of my own arousal, dictating the direction of my turn-on with my fingertips by going fast or slow, harder or softer. Pausing, playing, pulsating.

There’s just nothing like an organic, self-prompted, incredibly juicy, hands-on orgasm. No vibrator can match it, no sex toy can unearth its depths.

Or so I thought.

It’s been a few years since I’ve weened myself off of my vibrator, breaking up a dysfunctional relationship which left me feeling orgasmically codependent rather than orgasmically liberated. And since that separation, I’ve explored & experimented with vibrating-free, non-battery-operated ways of giving myself sexual pleasure.

The most readily available & obvious modality for this has always been my fingers. And then I discovered shiva lingams, which a good friend of mine turned me on to, telling me that they were the only sex toy she ever used. So I bought one for myself.

One of the things that I love(d) about my shiva lingam—aside from its amazing healing properties—is that it allowed me to explore pleasureful penetration, something that I’d never done with a sex toy before.

I’d always been turned off by the idea of inserting a foreign, plastic, chemically-filled device in my body; even more so when I was reminded that the vagina absorbs anything & everything that’s put into it.

With my shiva lingam, & particularly because of its smaller size (it can fit comfortably in the palm of my hand), I was able to finally play with penetration (albeit, shallow) without fear of pain or the ickiness of harmful manmade materials in my body.

Fast forward a year or so later. I’m in a small, private Facebook group where sexual healers & enthusiasts gather to collaborate & share their work. I get a notification that someone had recently chimed in to the group—I believe it was from Rashida KhanBey.

The message read something like. . .

| OMG LADIES! have y’all seen this??? they’re crystal dildos! I think I want one!!!

Inside the thread was a link attached to Chakrubs.com. A few of the women commented & expressed the same intrigue, spurring my own. So I click over, & bought one as a gift to myself shortly after.

My solo-sexplay has never been the same.

What Chakrubs is. . .

Chakrubs is an indie biz that sells sex toys made from 100% pure, 100% natural crystal.

They look like sacred sex wands that only a Goddess would wield—stunningly gorgeous, incredibly powerful, a mix of delicate & earthy. Perfect for your altar & sexplay.

Crystals themselves are a potent earth-made material, one that helps to awaken higher levels of consciousness, provoke transformation, work through emotional imbalances, & heal deep core wounding. Take all of that & put it in sex toy form, & you’ve got a mighty healing & orgasmic tool.

Chakrubs can help to. . .

  • sensitize you so that you feel tingles from even the slightest sensual touch
  • create harmony in mind, body, & spirit
  • reduce stress
  • create deeper intimacy between you & your partner
  • encourage self-awareness & mindfulness

And it’s true.

me with my rose quartz Chakrub.

me, blissed out with my rose quartz Chakrub.

From the the first time I used my crystal dildo, I could feel an incredible shift in my body, as if I had been cracked wide open to experience & receive a deeper kind of pleasure than I’d ever had with any toy before—including my shiva lingam. And the orgasm was so intense, sending me on a kind of body-high, one that reverberated into my day-to-day.

One thing that vibrators never gave me was a full, unhindered connection to my sexuality. There was always a level of detachment, however small, that kept me from accessing the depths of my arousal. And then there was this sense that the pleasure was being done to me, not received intentionally, consciously.

With my Chakrub, I’ve always been beautifully aware that the exchange of pleasure I am giving & receiving has a very co-creative, self-loving aura to it, one that I don’t zone out on, one that heightens my capacity to feel & get off.

The kind of sexplay I have with my Chakrub rivals the love I make with my partner: it’s spiritual, intentional, wholly sensual.

I remember the excitement I felt when I received my rectangular box in the mail. And my excitement was surmounted by sheer joy at the thoughtful, love-filled message that inducted me into the Chakrub community:

“I love you for purchasing your Chakrub. . . . I love you for believing that your body is sacred & so your items should be as well. I love you for taking care of yourself. I love you because you have desires. I love you because you are brave to act on those desires.”


Chakrub has me as a raving fan & loyal customer for life.

Ev’Yan’s tips & tricks for using your Chakrub. . .*

1. Cleanse it. Gentle soap & warm water will do. You can also do a sea salt & water bath, soaking your Chakrub for five minutes or so.

2. Sync it with your body. After cleansing, spend some time with your crystal by putting it close to or on your body. On the night that I got mine, I set the Chakrub right on my heart chakra (chest) while I was laying flat reading a book in bed. Then. . . I moved it to my sacral chakra (right below my belly button) for a little while. When it was time for sleep, I then moved my Chakrub under my pillow, sleeping with it all night.

Working with crystals is a very intimate & personal, & because they are so sensitive to energies, it’s important that your Chakrub’s energy always has a home in / with you.

3. Play with it. . . but, warm it to your body first! Chakrubs, when not in use, are pretty cold to the touch. Not incredibly inviting when you’re rearing & ready to go. A trick I’ve learned is to not play with the Chakrub right away, but instead to allow it to warm to my body first. I do this by simply putting it on my body (like resting against my leg, for instance, or holding it in my free hand) while I’m turning myself on by watching porn or using my fingers to get the juices flowing.

By the time my yoni is begging to be penetrated, the Chakrub is warm & practically buzzing with energy; charged & ready to play.

4. After play, cleanse again, then keep in a safe place. I store mine in the little bag that comes with the Chakrub & keep it in my bedside cabinet.

5. Don’t let anyone come into contact with your Chakrub unless sacredly ordained. My crystal dildo is quite the topic of discussion amongst me & my girlfriends. I start gushing about its amazingness & naturally, they want to see it. So I bring it out, let them coo & ahhh!, but I don’t allow anyone to touch it. Not even my partner. Not just because for hygienic purposes, but because my Chakrub is intricately attuned to my body.

Again, crystals are alive & they have the ability to absorb other people’s energies. So use caution when sharing the love, & make sure to always cleanse afterward!

6. Charge it with the full moon. This is another form of cleansing, but more of an energetic one. Think of charging your Chakrub in the full moonlight as a kind of retuning, like you’d do every so often with a piano guitar. The moon holds within it incredibly potent & healing & activating energy, perfect for your Chakrub to absorb. On the night of a full moon, put your crystal on a windowsill that faces the moon’s light & keep it there while you sleep. Crystals love moonbaths!

7. You don’t have to use it for just sexplay! I’ve found that just sleeping with my Chakrub underneath my pillow when I’m in need of some self-care is enough to help balance my emotions & relax my body. I sometimes meditate with it, too, sitting on top of it (like a chicken were to sit on an egg) & doing some deep, conscious breathing. That in & of itself is energy shifting.

*All of these tips & tricks apply for shiva lingams & other crystals alike.

Want a Chakrub of your own?

Now that I’ve gushed & gushed, I’m pretty sure you’re wanting your own crystal dildo all to yourself.

Vanessa Cuccia, the illustrious creator of Chakrubs, has very kindly offered all Sex Love Liberation readers with a 10% discount off every Chakrub purchase!

Just go to Chakrubs.com, select your crystal [my favorite is The Original Heart, but I’m biased], & at checkout enter the code SLL10.

As for shiva lingams, you can go to any gem store or place that sells crystals to find them. Check to see if you can purchase one at your local New Age bookstore first before buying online.


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How (& Why) I Weened Myself Off Of My Vibrator


i am so in love with you // jolie ruin

I got my first vibrator when I was 20, a pink, small, plastic thing with four tiny silver nubs at the end of it which gave the sensation of coolness & vibration when pressed against my skin. It only had two vibration levels—low & high—but its mighty buzzing sent me on quite the excursion of sexual bliss that I had never known existed. I believe I named her, my vibrator, Betty.

Before this, I had always thought that vibrators were completely off limits to me, that they were reserved only for the serious-of-serious sex practitioners, a mode of living that I felt could never be claimed as my own, for I had seen myself for so long as frigid, girlish, & amateur to sex.

But then I received Betty as a gift from my partner—a not-so-subtle kind of nudge in the direction of my erotic curiosities—& I became quickly entranced by its capabilities. How quickly I could access my buried sexuality & elusive orgasm with just the turn of a dial! I thought it would only be a matter of time before I became that which I had secretly yearned for: a bonafide sex goddess, one that could have multiple orgasms & sexy adventures, all by way of that pink plastic symbol of sexuality.

I really thought that. I really thought that by regular & frequent use of my vibrator, I would help train my body to have regular & more frequent orgasms—& not just via the vibrator, but by penetrative sex & maybe even the occasional jostle of the car. A fool-proof plan, one that I put all my hopes into.

But of course that didn’t happen.

Instead, I became quite dependent on Betty for orgasms; I couldn’t have one (or two) without her. When I was having sex with my partner, Betty came too, relentlessly buzzing as he entered me, trying to bring me to climax. And when I tried to pleasure myself the “old-fashioned” way & my orgasm was no where to be found, I would whip out Betty in frustration & she would conjure it out with her pulsing language in a matter of minutes.

Ours became a dysfunctional relationship, one that I loved because of the bliss it gave me, & one that I hated because of the emptiness I often felt afterward.

One afternoon, I was taking a walk with my good friend who began lamenting about the sex toy industry.

“Vibrators are just another form of male-driven sexuality being thrusted onto women,” she explained hotly. “The drilling, the vibrating—it’s teaching women to access their sexualities in the same disconnected ways men do; very wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. It gets us off too quickly.”

She took a sip of her coffee, our steps syncing with each other’s. And I noticed that as she continued on, speaking even more passionately, her steps became quicker, her strides longer. I tried my best to keep up.

“Women need to learn about how their pleasure works,” she explained. “They need to learn how to get themselves off without a toy. Only accessing your orgasms with a piece of vibrating plastic doesn’t allow you to feel the incredible depth of your arousal.”

I listened intently, not really understanding all that she was saying, but recognizing the areas where her words made my ears perk up. Specifically, the part about getting off too quickly. That was a big part of my experience with Betty.

When using her, my arousal was almost always centrally- & remotely-located: right on my clit. Never expansive, rarely gradual; only quick, jolted moments of zero to aroused, no steady, succulent climb. And then, from there, full speed ahead straight to orgasm. Most of the time, I would come in less than three minutes using my vibrator, making my arousal hurried & my climax short-lived.

While the “sex” between us was good, I often felt that the sensations of pleasure didn’t last long enough, leaving me to feel a tinge of dissatisfaction at the rushedness. If I was being honest with myself, I didn’t like that, I didn’t want that. (And apparently I wasn’t the only one.)

I wanted more control of my arousal & more of a connection to my orgasm. I wanted slow sex. I wanted lasting juiciness. I wanted to continue to explore my sexuality without needing to be tethered to a battery-operated device. I especially wanted to experience the organic accumulation of sexual energy by playing with different sensations all over my body, not just on my clit.

I didn’t think any of this—conscious, full-bodied, expansive arousal & pleasure—could be had without the aid of a sex toy or a magical warming lubricant. But the very impassioned conversation I had with my friend tipped me over the edge of possibility. I wanted to try to find & experience this side of the erotic again.

So I began to experiment.

I had already tried to masturbate myself without the use of Betty, trying to quit cold turkey, but that ended with me crying myself to sleep at how not-aroused I was, even after 30 minutes of stroking on a well-lubed finger, feeling broken & incredibly dejected. Instead, I wanted to try something easier, both on my mind & my body.

I wanted to try to ween myself from my vibrator with the help of my vibrator, alternating between battery-operated pleasure & good ol’ fashioned finger-stroking.

The goal being to slowly ween myself off of Betty, eventually getting to the point where I could, from start to finish, pleasure myself to back-arching orgasm without the use of her at all.

Because more than anything, I wanted the ability to choose—to have an self-appointed orgasm via vibrator or my fingers if I wanted to. And my—dare I say this?—addiction to vibration-induced climaxed was not allowing me that freedom.

There was a time where I had that freedom, where I could get off with mere dirty thoughts. And before I started the experiment, I reminded myself of those times.

By holding memories in my mind of when there was no dependency on a buzzing device, I was reminded that this was about simply reclaiming something I had lost, not fixing something that was broken.

And so I began.

And the practice looked like this:

1. Beginning by taking in deep breaths, getting in my body.
2. Rubbing my body sensually in all the right places, waking up my body.
3. Turn on vibrator, pleasure for 15 seconds. Stop.
4. Lube finger, pleasure for 15 seconds. Stop. 
5. Switch back over to vibrator, this time for 30 seconds. Stop.
6. Back to fingers, also for 30 seconds. Stop.
7. Continue at these intervals until on the verge of climax. Stop.
8. Then. . . pleasure myself to orgasm with fingers only.
9. Orgasm, allowing myself to really feel the sensations in my body.
10. Ending with a few deep, conscious breaths, bathing in the afterglow.

I did this whenever I wanted to masturbate, & even when I was having sex (penetrative, mutual masturbation, etc.) with my partner. The beauty of this practice, aside from having some really awesome orgasms, is that it helped to renew my faith in my ability to get myself off sans vibration. I wasn’t broken, my technique wasn’t off. I just needed to go back to my roots.

After several months of consistent weening, I completely ditched my vibrator. No longer was I a slave to Betty’s pulsating lullaby. I could play with my sexual energy & bring myself to climax without her help. Yes.

At this point, I would like to say explicitly:

There is absolutely nothing inherently wrong with or bad about vibrators (or any sex toys for that matter).

Sex toys (like porn) can be glorious tools to enhance & uncover our erotic selves; they can help to prompt & further our sexual sovereignty & liberation. It’s only when these tools leave us feeling as though we don’t have a choice to explore other sexual expressions that it becomes a problem.

Simply put: Vibrators shouldn’t be a “should” in sexual expression. They shouldn’t be imposed on our sexuality to heed to a particular one-size-fits-all model to access our pleasure & orgasm. The only “should” that exists in sexuality is our right to choose the ways in which we explore & express our erotic energies.

And I, personally, wanted the freedom to choose.

Naturally, it takes me a bit longer to get there (“there” being climax) but I thoroughly enjoy the slow & steady build up to climax, the lovely little dance that I do with my erotic energy, one that rises & falls, one that fills me up slowly with ripe, juicy arousal.

As for Betty, her small but mighty motor had long-since died, but I held onto her as long as I could for sentimental reasons. She was my induction into adult sexuality, my orgasmic savior, after all. But when I began to grow tired of her lifeless shell taking up space in my bedside table drawer, I cleaned her up & gave her a proper, environmentally-friendly burial.

And I never looked back.

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Last year, I discovered the most amazing, feminine, super magical sex toy. It’s been giving me delicious orgasms & leaving my body feeling such bliss every time I use it—& it’s battery-free! I’ve been telling all my girlfriends about & I’ll be telling you all about it next week—with a chance for you to win your own.

I’ll give you some hints: It’s made from 100% natural materials, has the ability to heal your body, would look great on your altar, AND is likely something Aphrodite would use to pleasure herself.

Go to the next post to learn what it is >>