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On why I don’t get to London often enough. Fish and chips on Notting Hill. Noodles and dumplings steaming in Chinatown. And the correct Brasier.
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Start hereOn why I don’t get to London often enough. Fish and chips on Notting Hill. Noodles and dumplings steaming in Chinatown. And the correct Brasier.
She didn’t come to visit. She came to nap. She lay down because my house holds. I am harbour.
Nitpicking happens in the moment. Without thought. Without impact assessment. Without malice.
Sovereignty doesn’t live in the bed. It moves with the woman who holds the space.
Work is where you build your life. You meet your mate where you live. Not where compliance manuals say it is safe.
I didn’t just birth daughters. I birthed flames. They won’t leave my house empty-handed. They will leave carrying the sword I placed.
Stress floods your body with hormones that wear you down. Placement gives a practical, body-based way to bring those levels down and restore calm and balance.
My body rewires through his restraint. From hyper-vigilance to sovereignty, biology restores what trauma stole.
Inside is not romance. It is not reward. It is the structure where he lands and rests because I said so.
Pegging is not play. It is placement. Five ways to govern his release and prove your sovereignty.
From repetition and drills to Pavlov. BlackPink rehearse until the beat owns them. I install and reward. Hormones do the rest.
Fathers carry what’s left of their children in plastic bags. Bosses keep talking. Allies keep sending weapons.
Pegging isn’t kink. It’s correction. A raw, embodied practice that rewires trauma, restores power, and resets the nervous system from the inside out.
Before I birthed my daughters, bikinis they were for covering. Today I see them wearing them to be naked in sunlight.
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