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The soft glow of vanilla-imbued candles danced across my studio, as I welcomed Anna into our shared sanctuary. This was our sanctuary, my sacred temple where the art of tantric yoga unfolded, where we would methodically explore the hidden gems of intimacy and power exchange. A place where I, a 39-ye...

G'day to you all, it's that time again, time for another tumble down the rabbit hole of my polyamorous heart. I've been chewing over some thoughts recently, about the sweet intersection of confidence and pleasure, and how integral it is to a life as layered as ours. Confidence, now that's a beast, i...

Journal Entry #37 Tonight, on the dimly-lit stage of Le Cabaret de la Vie, I could feel the phantom caress of every lingering gaze in the room. It's a deliciously intimate dance we all partake in, every sequin I wear, a promise of a story yet to unravel. As simple as it is complex. As individual as ...

Dear Diary, Tuesday evening, the noise of Cape Town nights resting just the right side of madness. My bare feet found the cool brush of my hardwood floor, a soft hiss of relief for the day's performance labour, tingles dancing up my spine. The telephone buzzed incessantly. "Get in quick", ...

As an aerial dancer, the feeling of hanging suspended, of dancing with air under my feet, is like nothing else in the world. It’s a strange paradox - an intoxicating cocktail of raw power and delicate grace, a dance of control and surrender. I'm Domenico, an Italian aerial dancer, and at 32, I've ...