I journeyed 17 thousand kilometres to come home in time, to present at the renowned festival, Seven Sisters.

From the moment I landed - sisters was what I experienced. Catriona, Amber, Abbie, Von, Renee all helped me to softly land among the gumtrees

My bleed arrived and my blood sister Abbie lovingly drove me to Tooborac

Sloshing through the mud I felt nothing but gratitude to be back in this wild country, surrounded by only wombs and the energy of womb

I would be presenting both Friday and Saturday night

My friend The Queer Sex coach - Jordana and I, with sadness, yet celebration, realised we were presenting at the same time both nights

We took the day to land, and promised to rev each other up before our workshops.

Walking the moistened land I sat to ponder my offering, and my bleeding womb surprised me

She told me I needed to throw the plan away and start again.

Okay I surrendered, what shall I do?

Sitting on a grand rock overlooking the central lake, a brand new workshop came through

By afternoon I was napped, showered, and crowned.

Jordana and I were nervous, excited, reminding ourselves and each other just how much - we’ve got this.

Amber and my 1:1 coaching client / friend Esther met me to set the space

8.30 arrived and it was show time.

Over 100 pussies gathered to learn the Arts of Self Pleasure

And oh, did I bring my a-game

We laughed, cried, oohed and ARGHHHHHHed

There was space to celebrate our sexuality, space to share our struggles, space to call in individual and collective pleasure desires.

We declared our duty to liberate ourselves for those who remain oppressed beyond measure, who cannot walk without headscarves let alone gather and share pleasure liberation.

We expressed ourselves through the simply yet profound tantric tool of breath, sound and movement, allowing eros to run through our bodies uninhibited, welcome, wanted

On the first night two mothers attended and on the second night they sent their teenage daughters

The space was OPEN, pussy was calling her women, her womb-bearers to remember

And I was her conduit

Love poured through my words that evoked laughter

Laughter allowed for nervous systems to regulate and safety to arrive

Safety allowed truths to pour forth and unlock long held shames

Truths cleared the way for self trust to rise up, trust in a body who’d been forgotten, disconnected, a body who’d been longing for this chance

Trust in the pleasure that has always been there, that’s been waiting patiently for the permission, the education, the community, the sisterhood to arrive

And say…

‘Babe, your self pleasure is a form of art

Let’s paint your life with pleasure.’

And then I invited them all,

And I am inviting YOU TOO

To join me, to join us

In a pleasure revolution,

My 7 week course - Self Pleasure Arts

Starting October 26th, currently in the early bird price phase - so come grab your discount <3

And let pleasure, love, truth and trust do the rest xoxo

Chloe Adriana