We were filming content for the Magick school. Specifically, I was outlining a shamanic technique so that when the students came for the next in-person event, they would come already understanding the concepts, and we could focus on techniques. He was lying on the reiki table where I was demonstrating the concept and technique. He had started the camera recording but I knew that he would have to edit out the transition as we were setting up. I leaned forward and pressed my breast against his head and face and then laughed like crazy.

I do these things frequently. Not because he wants me to do them, although he doesn’t mind, but because I want to do them. I love being playful with him, and I love being playful with sexual energy with him. 

When he is mowing the lawn or in the backyard, I will come out onto the three-season porch and flash him, then laugh like crazy and walk away. 

While I always love his response and reaction, I am not doing it for him. I am doing it for me. I am doing it because it is an authentic expression of me. I adore play. And ultimately, I am only playing with myself through him. I really am. Play brings me deeply into myself in a way that no other energy does. I love the emotions and sensations that are accompanied by play. I love the way that play feels in my body and heart. I love the things that I attract into my life when I am in playful energy.  

I play all the time. I joke with my kids. I play with my animals. I play with the ocean, the sky, the trees, a passing butterfly, and the wind. I even play with my own mind, as if I am stepping outside of it and joking with it when it is trying to be very serious with me. 

Multiple people have told me that my play is childlike, and when I have these types of interactions with other people, I recognize that they are simply an expression of the part of me that judges the way that I play. Some part of myself heard through societal norms that we should be serious as adults, and that part of me believed it. So, I naturally play with that part of myself as well as the person delivering the message to me. I will smile at them and playfully say “thank you,” knowing full well that they do not mean it as a compliment. Because this is the thing — I love to play, and I am not willing to allow anyone else, or any part of myself, to limit my play.