Toys and TSA

"Whose bag is this?"

"That's mine."


We walk to another area to a table.

"Is this what I think it is?" Dead pan.

"I don't know. What do you think it is?"

He unzips my very full luggage. I've managed to get a yoga mat, sheet, blanket, towel, and all of my clothes for the next 10 days into a carry on. Not to mention several three-ounce bottles with a variety of oils — almond, sesame, coconut.

"Our screen operator is new, so she doesn't know how to see everything quite yet."

"Well, there's two, if we are talking about the same thing. They're both in that pouch there, if that helps."

"That helps."

"They're solid, so I get it. There's one there. It's clear. There's the other right there. Right there."

"Yes. Okay. You're all set." He zips up my bag.

I smile and take my bag.

All in the day of a sex, love, and relationships coach.


I am off to Mexico for a 7-day training.

Yeah, the one with nudity.

I'll be joined by forty-five of my coaching colleagues as we go deep into cultural conditioning, sexuality, and healing within a professional context.

You see, you can be nude, around sexual energy, and still be professional. 

Naked doesn't mean sex. 

Sexual energy doesn't mean sex.

Naked and sexual energy don't even mean attraction. 

So. It's going to be interesting. It's going to be transformative.

It's going to be scary as fuck.

And I have no doubt I'll survive and live to tell the tale. 

See you on the other side!