The One Vulnerability Hang Over To Rule Them All

And why you’re getting crispy sage fried eggs this week instead of my sex party confessional

So here’s the scene: I carved out two full, deliciously empty days to pour myself into this week’s Substack. A luxury I have not had in a while. No events to prep, three clients wrapped, inbox semi-tamed—basically, the writing gods were smiling. The kind of week where you feel like the faucet’s finally turned back on. I was ready. Ready to drop the juic…