Next Body Pride

Spots are available at the next Body Pride workshop on Friday, May 22nd (7-11pm, $60)!! *There will be no cis-men at this particular one.

Body Pride is a completely nude body image workshop I have been running for over three years. Each one consists of facilitated group conversation, wine, snacks and an optional photoshoot! These workshops have integrally changed who I am as a person and how I relate to my body. I have learned and gained so much from every person who attends. They are really transformative, fun and beautiful evenings.

Sexy things of note!

Hi sexy internet friends! Incredibly excited to be speaking at George Brown’s The (Sex) Talk hosted by their LGBTQ Students Group!

Next Body Pride dates!!

Friday April 10th, 7-11pm, $50
Saturday April 11th, 7-11pm, $50 (*co-ed)
(Please email me at to register for these workshops!)

Also, here are some really wonderful things that have come into my peripheral as of late. Some are beautiful, funny, haunting. Check them out.

This video on women who pole dance and why.

The Full Body Project of beautiful full bodies.

This adorable comic strip on aftercare.


This CBC Documentary on The Truth About Female Desire that I’m naked in a few times.

This article about Open Marriages and child-rearing.

This meet and greet for alternative, happy and socially aware beings that want to be part of our amazing porn world.


I hope everyone’s sexy journey is doing them well and pushing them to be more fulfilled human beings in whatever sense that means to you <3

At 25

I turned 25 a little less than a month ago. Age is a strange and bizarre concept. At 12 I think I was older than my years. At 22 I was younger. At 25, I feel my age.

I feel my body taking longer to recover from hangovers. I feel my back getting crunchy if I don’t stretch during the day. I feel last nights bed-time french fries clinging and sticking to my insides. I feel my energy dissipating for particular sorts of interactions. My patience has both grown and completely gives no fucks when the situation calls for it.

At 25 I feel more alert to the fact that I am sharing so personally so globally. But I am struck by the ultimate goal I once had for this blog – to start a dialogue. So thrust forward I shall.

My penchant for states of mental intoxication is infrequent and often comes with a strict mandatory list of fulfillment before I can go down the road of “hey brain, you might not be back for a few hours”. My capacity for brief relationships and interactions is dwindling and I’ve come to realize how strongly I value one-on-one time with people.

At 25, I finally feel my body is my own.

When I was 19 I ordered “The Art of Seduction” online. I was ecstatic and embarrassed when it was delivered to my door. A young, awkward, and hypersexual teenager learning to seduce. Such a strange experience it was. Dolling myself up on a day-to-day basis, taking hours to pamper and dress myself before I could even leave the house. And when people would stare at me or men would hit on me, I would feel my eyes well up. Walking out of the bathroom from the Eaton Centre, a woman looked me up and down and verbally slapped me with “Well God, sorry I didn’t brush my hair this morning.”

Traveling to Scarborough for school, I would get hit on repeatedly by young men with the one liner of “Hi… Do you have a boyfriend?” and the only way I knew how to push them away was to say “Yes” and let the highly-acclaimed Male Respect wash over my new fan-base and leave me even more convinced that my body and appearance were not for myself, but for the men around me.

At 25, I know the difference. At 25 my relationships don’t change when I take my makeup off or wear sweatpants outside or get food on my face. At 25 I feel I have erased enough of this bizarre hypocritical life society expects of its young women. At 25 I have finally undone this engrained backwards thinking.

At 25, I understand how fleeting relationships can be because people are fleeting. You can never hold onto anyone because a person is not an anchor and often one has difficulty even holding onto themselves. At 25 I have learned sometimes it is ok if you don’t have enough energy to give. Some relationships are too drenched in history to unbury new kindling. Sometimes you can sit across from someone you’ve known deeply for years, and there is nothing you can say or do to resolve the personal conflicts you have both gone through together. I have been too loud to hear someone. I have been too quiet to have been heard. There is no possible way to resolve all conflict in all relationships. At 25, I am letting myself have “this is okay,” because if it’s not, I might not be able to anchor myself.

At 25, I breath deeply enough and have read enough Chopra, Mate, Tolle, Robbins, that I *hope* I can stand diplomatically and with open arms in the middle of a world that is very quick to shoot arrows and stay standing with minimal holes to my person.

At 25, I feel I have both lived 7 lives and lived none at all.

At 25, I both want to apologize to everyone I have ever unintentionally hurt and also reside in my bubble of stubborn, holding a mirror up to everyone I have fought with just so we recognize that we are just staring at ourselves. I see my own flaws so clearly in other people. I see my strengths, too.

My heart remains open, even though my head is exhausted. I sincerely appreciate and value the people in my life whose hearts are also open – it is an honor to be surrounded by friends and family who are so eager to give. I hope I am able to mirror your generosity.

At 25, I feel I have worked so hard just to go three feet forward and one foot back. And I think about all of the work that is still ahead of me and a part of me wants to lie in my bed nest with Max dog and just drink wine and fall asleep and a part of me has found the energy to keep going because passion or… something.

Here’s to my quarter-life crisis and the new sets of adventures this feeling of adult-hood will bring on.

At 30, I hope I will continue to laugh at myself.

Body Pride Coming Up

Hi beautiful beings! I am doing it! After a long hiatus, I am hosting another lady Body Pride on Friday, September 12th (7-11pm), $50. Body Pride was inspired by Betty Dodson’s Bodysex workshops that she still holds in her New York apartment. Body Pride is 100% naked, filled with facilitated group conversation about our bodies and sexualities. An evening of wine, (vegan friendly) snacks and a gleefully silly photoshoot to finish it off (totally your call to participate or not). We still have a couple of spaces left! Please send me a message at if you’d like to come!

“I was kinda scared coming into Body Pride but it was so not needed! The women that I met and talked to were totally amazing. This is such a positive place and I feel like I belong and can share without judgment. I feel encouraged and welcomed and want to pay it forward! Body Pride is more than loving our bodies, it’s about loving community and building trust and relationships with other like-minded women. Such a pleasure! I will be back!”

fuck yeah!
fuck yeah!