Understanding my Energy

Female sexual energy is not just about desire or physical pleasure it is a profound, creative life force that lives in every woman. In many ancient traditions, this energy was seen as sacred: the same force that gives birth to life, nourishes creativity, awakens intuition, and strengthens the connection between body and spirit.

Today, we are beginning to remember what was once silenced: that our sexual energy is not something to suppress or hide, but something to honor, explore, and reclaim with consciousness, care, and love.

In my personal journey, I’ve found that connecting with this energy especially through artistic nude modeling has helped me transform old patterns of shame and disconnection into deep self-acceptance and empowerment. It is not about being sexual for others. It is about feeling alive in my own skin. Present. Rooted. Whole.

Sexual energy lives in the womb, in the pelvis, in the breath, in the heart. When awakened with intention, it becomes:

— a creative source, fueling not only art but ideas, vision, and manifestation.
— a healing force, capable of releasing emotional blocks stored in the body.
— a spiritual channel, linking us to intuition, pleasure, and presence.
— a path of empowerment, through which we remember our worth, our boundaries, and our innate wisdom.

This energy is not linear. It is cyclical, fluid, and deeply personal. It doesn’t look one way or feel the same for every woman. Sometimes it’s fire. Sometimes it’s silence. Sometimes it’s tears. But when we allow it to flow, we begin to trust ourselves more deeply and that trust becomes freedom.

In this space, I share images and reflections not to expose, but to expand. To invite you to see the female body as sacred territory, and to remember that when a woman reconnects with her sexual energy, she is not becoming something new, she is returning to who she truly is.

Oracle Woman

We were born with fire in our hands,
with the moon stitched into our skin,
and an ancestral whisper flowing through our blood.

They called us witches,
they feared us,
they cast us into the flames
because in our eyes shone
the reflection of the unseen.

Intuition is our language,
energy our temple,
and within each card, each crystal,
a gateway opens to the eternal.

They made us believe magic was a curse,
but magic is a knife:
it can wound or it can heal,
depending on the hand that holds it.
We choose to heal.

They say I should hide it. That flesh is sinful, that blood is scandal, that skin without apology is a threat.

But I was created uncensored. Without a “suitable for all” label. I was made in red, with sacred fluids that open portals and unleash life.

Morbid?
It’s your shadow screaming, not my body. It’s your fear of your own desire that burns when I walk freely, unwrapped, unashamed.

Rejection?
Of what gave you birth. Of what bleeds without dying. Of what survives, even broken, even when you call “dirty” the scar that was once a cradle.

My menstruation is no taboo, it’s the calendar of goddesses. It’s an ancient drum, the echo of women who knew that bleeding is not weakness, but proof we’re still alive.

To undress is not to invite. It is to return to the root. To remember I was made of clay, not cloth. Of bone, not plastic. Of pleasure, not guilt.

I didn’t come here to be decent. I came to be a temple. To have you look at me and tremble at the thought that everything you were taught was meant to control me.

But look at me now: I no longer ask for forgiveness.

My body is not your battlefield. It is my altar. And my blood, my sacred offering.

Shibari (縛り), meaning “to tie” in Japanese, is a traditional rope art form that originated in Japan. Evolving from historical martial techniques, it has developed into an expressive and aesthetic practice that combines precision, symmetry, and visual beauty. Through knots, patterns, and body wraps, Shibari highlights the natural form of the human body and creates an experience rooted in trust, presence, and connection between the one tying and the one being tied. In contemporary settings, it is explored both as an intimate practice and as a performative, therapeutic, or meditative art.

They told us sex was dirty. That to touch was to fall, that to desire was danger, that to enjoy was sin.

But sex is sacred.

They forgot to tell us we come from ecstasy. That before we were names and rules, we were fire and dance, a starburst in human form.

Sex is not dirty. Fear is. Dirty is silencing pleasure until it wilts inside.

I declare myself a temple, and my skin, a prayer. Every caress is a candle lit, every orgasm, a door flung open to the divine within the flesh.

I am no object. I am the cosmos unfolding. I am creator, not submissive.
I am conscious body, embodied soul choosing to feel, because to feel is to be free.

To make love is not to fall it is to fly unbound. It is to remember we are body,
and that too is a miracle.

My pleasure owes you no apologies. My desire asks no permission. To explore myself is an act of love. To surrender, a ritual of light.

I no longer speak to myself in shame, for I’ve learned sexual energy is life force.
And when done in truth, sex does not break it heals, uplifts, transforms.

And if there is any sin, it is denying that magic.

She doesn’t dance to perform, she dances to pray.
Each movement a whisper, each breath a flame.

Her body becomes language, her soul becomes sound and the unseen world begins to move through her.

As a dancer, I move with memory. As a woman, I rise with cycles.
As an artist, I offer this work as an invitation: to see the body not as decoration, but as expression; to feel the feminine not as weakness, but as wisdom; to remember that our sexuality, when honored, becomes a source of light, not distortion.

Here, I share my journey. Not as something complete, but as something alive.

May these images remind you that your body is not a problem to fix it is a story to honor. A flame to tend. A truth to live.

@sharonzulay