Reading your newsletter, I felt the pulse of what Marina Abramović named so clearly: orgasm as a moment of aliveness, a connection to nature, to luminous beauty. To those of us who live with the erotic as an aesthetic, it is not a side note—it is the vital current of our lives.
The erotic is not performance, nor accessory. It is the architecture of staying alive. It is how we breathe into our bodies, how we claim confidence, how we meet our communities with passion. For those who appreciate its aesthetic, pleasure is not indulgence—it is sustenance.
Your words remind me that reclaiming sexuality is not only about desire, but about survival, about vitality. We live to stay alive, and the erotic is the art that keeps us here. xo
Dear Natassia,
Reading your newsletter, I felt the pulse of what Marina Abramović named so clearly: orgasm as a moment of aliveness, a connection to nature, to luminous beauty. To those of us who live with the erotic as an aesthetic, it is not a side note—it is the vital current of our lives.
The erotic is not performance, nor accessory. It is the architecture of staying alive. It is how we breathe into our bodies, how we claim confidence, how we meet our communities with passion. For those who appreciate its aesthetic, pleasure is not indulgence—it is sustenance.
Your words remind me that reclaiming sexuality is not only about desire, but about survival, about vitality. We live to stay alive, and the erotic is the art that keeps us here. xo
Well said!