Seoul
I travelled alone this trip. I was marrying him this year and needed this trip for myself. I ate Kimchi jjigae on Garosu-gil and restored what I never should’ve lost.
Latest
I want him because I choose him
I don’t fuck because I should. I fuck because I want to. I don’t receive him as a chore. I receive him because I claim him.
The code beneath the practice
Unacknowledged pressure turns to noise. Claimed pressure returns to order.
Why I govern him
When he’s in tune, he can cross continents, close investors, move teams. But when he’s not in tune? He drifts. He aches. He breaks focus.
The woman who commanded the room without a word.
A music teacher held a hall of children without shouting or force. True feminine power signals and places. It doesn’t ask.
Spring Moon
Some bonds don’t begin when bodies meet. They complete what placement already started.
Wetness is not arousal
Your wetness isn’t seduction. It’s sovereignty. It’s your body saying: “I’m clear. I’m open. I trust my instinct."
Why I decide when
Tuning is not about his need. Tuning is not about relief. Tuning is about this house. This orbit. This return. That’s why I decide when.
Returning Readers
This is what they’ll remember
They won’t remember our words. They’ll remember the rhythm. The stillness. The change. This is what remains.
Who my husband is
He did not run. He did not punish. He stayed through everything. This is the man I married.
Blame is a racket. Placement is power.
I stop blaming him. I place him. The house changes when I do.