🔥 Your Pussy Is a Quantum Antenna (And You've Been Using It to Dial Wrong Numbers)

On reclaiming your erotic energy, stopping the projection loop, and learning to be the entire fucking frequency yourself

Look, I need to tell you something that nobody warned you about when you were busy learning how to be “desirable” and “appropriate” and “not too much.” That ache in your belly when you’re staring at your phone waiting for him to text? That flutter when you see his name pop up? That hollow feeling when he doesn’t respond for three hours and forty-seven minutes (yes, you counted, and yes, you also Googled “what does it mean when a guy takes 3 hours to respond” at 2 AM)? That’s not love, babe. That’s your erotic energy trying to find its way back home, and mistaking his dick for a GPS signal.

The Scene You Know Too Well (And Have Probably Live-Tweeted)

It’s 11:47 PM. You’re lying in bed, phone on your chest like a defibrillator that might restart your heart if it vibrates. You told yourself you wouldn’t check again.

You checked again. Nothing.

Here’s what’s happening in your body right now: Your throat’s clenched like you’re trying to swallow a golf ball made of anxiety. Your ovaries are doi…