Sister,
Let’s not sugarcoat it.
What’s happening in this country right now?
​It’s not normal. And it’s not okay.

The fascist playbook is being followed line by chilling line — and if you’ve felt panicked, enraged, numb, or utterly exhausted, that makes sense.​
You’re not crazy. You’re not overreacting.
You’re AWAKE.

And here’s the trap I don’t want you to fall into:
Thinking your only options are

• Tune it all out (because it’s “too much”), or
• Get swallowed by despair and doomscrolling.

No, babe.
​There is another way.​
A wiser, wilder, deeply feminine way.
One that starts with flooding yourself with pleasure.​
Yes, pleasure.
Not to escape reality — but to root yourself so firmly in aliveness that you become UNFUCKWITHABLE.

You see, when you are turned on — truly, viscerally, soul-deep turned on —
you’re not just orgasmic…
​you are powerful.​
You are resourced.
You have the capacity to feel it all — and still rise.
To hold heartbreak in one hand and radical joy in the other.
To move from freeze into fierce.

This is why I do this work.
This is why I teach pleasure.
Not just to have you melting in your lover’s hands (though, yes please)…
But so you remember what it feels like to be fully alive in the midst of the madness.
So you can reclaim your voice, your confidence, your agency.
So you have the strength to:
✨ Show up at the protest.
📞 Call your reps (again).
📬 Mail letters to the White House.
🛡️ Intervene when ICE targets your neighbors.
🧹 Help clean up this patriarchal mess — because once again, it’s women who are going to have to save us.

Nobody is coming.​
​But you? You’re already here.​
And you are the heroine we’ve been waiting for.

Let me tell you a story.
About a woman who came to me feeling like a ghost.
Numb. Disconnected.
She hadn’t felt truly sexy — or sovereign — in YEARS.
But something inside her said enough.​
She joined me inside one of my programs, and within weeks…

She was dancing in her underwear again.
Saying no when she meant no — and YES when she meant fuck yes.​
She started speaking up at work, in bed, and in places where she used to shrink.
She said to me, “Marta, I thought I came here to feel better in my body…
But what I got was a total life reclamation.”

Tears streamed down her face when she told me:
​“I’m not just feeling pleasure again — I feel powerful for the first time in years.”

This is what happens when women remember who the fuck they are.

So if you’ve been waiting for a sign?
​This is it.

​Come work with me.
Come get turned on, lit up, and fully resourced — so you can meet this moment with clarity, courage, and so much joy it freaks the fascists out.​
Because joy is rebellion.
Pleasure is power.
And your body? Your voice? Your truth?
They were never the problem — they are the way through.

You only get one wild, sacred, not-promised lifetime.
Let’s make it count.
Let’s make it deliciously loud.

In pleasure, in power, in protest,
​Marta

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P.S. Feeling like this email just smacked your soul awake? That’s not an accident. It’s your body saying: More of this, please.​
If you’re ready to stop feeling numb and start feeling radiantly, rebelliously alive, I’ve got two spots open right now for my 1:1 coaching container, COME ALIVE.
It’s not for everyone.
It is for the woman who’s DONE playing small and ready to reclaim her pleasure, her power, and her place in this world.
You?
​Book a free session here and let’s see if it’s your time.​

P.P.S. If you want to do something right now to push back against the madness, try this: write to the White House. Tell them the women are watching. Loudly. Fiercely. Fiercely turned on.
📬 The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW
Washington, DC 20500
Attn: “The Women Are Watching”