The Art of French-Kissing Your Inner Beast

A Guide to Primal Power for People Who've Been Politely Strangling Their Instincts Since Kindergarten

There’s a moment when you look into the eyes of your inner beast, and you can’t tell if you’re about to kiss or fight. That’s the moment. That’s where our story begins... not with muscles flexing in some willpower gym, but with the delicate dance between your regulated awareness and your wildest nervous system impulses.

Your body has been holding this tension since before you had words for it. The part of you that knows how to rest in safety and the part that knows how to bare teeth when necessary... they’ve been negotiating territory in your tissue for years, waiting for you to finally broker the peace.

Picture this: a woman and a lion, locked in what might be combat or communion. And she’s wearing what? Oh, just a casual infinity symbol as a hat, because nothing says “I’ve got my nervous system sorted” quite like wearing the universe’s favorite number on your head.

That figure-eight crown isn’t just a fashion statement. It’s the visual representation of two systems working together: yo…