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<3 Wyoming <3

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Wyoming is a beautiful state and we came across some serious magic there.

On Friday, my two travel companions (Amari and Amber) and I drove from Idaho for over seven hours, through the mountains and high desert then on unpaved roads through the dark without having any real idea where we were going. Eventually we discovered an isolated but perfectly set up campsite with wood for a fire already in a pile nearby. It felt like a gift or a prize that was waiting for us after a very difficult day where Amari lost her wallet, phone, and passport and Edna decided that she wanted to temporarily shut down when she was put in reverse. We needed a victory, and finding an empty, free campground in the middle of Wyoming after a long journey felt like we had won.

Since we were basically in the middle of nowhere, we saw the entire sky, including bright clearstar constellations and the Milky Way. Seeing our galaxy made us feel itty bitty and filled with wonder. We realized we were truly newborns on the cosmic calendar; so young compared to the age of our universe. We felt insignificant but comforted. We felt introspective and open to possibilities. I even saw two shooting stars! I took that as a sign that we were exactly where we were meant to be and I needed to allow myself to fully embrace my new life plan and let go of the things from my past that were holding me back. 

It was a new moon and I had just started bleeding. In fact, all of us were bleeding, even though two of us weren’t expecting that to happen. For whatever reason, that felt important/symbolic. Amber gave Amari a tarot reading that helped Amari find closure and shed her former self. It was so moving and empowering for her that she ended the night by shaving off all of her hair.

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While that was happening, I felt called to be alone in Edna. I had my own healing to do. I stared out of the cab window at the vast night sky and felt like I was in a spaceship. It felt good to be alone. I was happy to be with me, in nature, feeling tiny yet connected. I wrapped myself in a blanket and caressed my arms for warmth. My skin was cool, smooth, and sensitive. It felt incredibly nice to be touched, and it dawned on me that I was the one doing the touching. I was doing this thing called “self-soothing” that I have struggled with for the past few years, especially when I was angry with my body over infertility and chronic pain. I continued to hug myself tightly and rub and squeeze my arms. My body felt less sore and uncomfortable than it had in a long time. I sobbed and let the grief and stress come out with it. I rested my hands on my abdomen and sent gentle energy to my uterus, which I had cursed so many times over the past three years. I breathed deeply and slowly and thought warm and compassionate thoughts, and I let my mind fill with happy memories. I imagined my lover’s embrace from afar and pictured his sweet smile, and my heart swelled with love.

Just then, Amari and Amber walked into Edna. They checked in on me and I checked in on them, and we all agreed something magical was happening there in the rolling sage grasslands of Wyoming. I rubbed Amari’s fresh and fuzzy bald head and we all expressed our love and gratitude toward each other. Amber sat down on the cushioned bench in Edna and Amari crawled into the overcab bed with me. We took all of Edna’a curtains down and turned off the lights so we could feel like we were floating through space. With no light pollution we couldn’t even see our hands in front of our faces, and we commented on how it was a darker darkness than we had ever experienced. Then some really special energy kicked in.

We stayed up for a couple hours more, laughing until we had tears streaming down our faces and our stomachs were cramping. We bonded and wrote songs and poured out all of our album ideas into Amari’s handheld recorder. We talked about how we felt like sisters, like a coven, like a little family. Amari pointed out that our coven would be complete if only we had four members, but Amber wisely noted that St. Edna was our fourth. Then we wrote a song about Edna as the fourth Beatle and fell peacefully asleep.

We woke up to a storm, heavy rain pouring down around us, and the sound of the wind and water beating against Edna’s fiberglass body. We were safe though, and the storm passed just as quickly as it had arrived. The next time we awoke was to a pink and orange sunrise, and we finally got to see the wonderful place around us that we had discovered in the dark.

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Photos by Amber

We walked down to the Teton Reservoir and took a few photos then said our goodbyes. We left Wyoming that afternoon feeling revived, more creative, and closer than ever.

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Chapter 1

I just created this brand new website for my present and future adventures in sex education! I really want to have a bunch of uplifting things to say to get everyone pumped about my new projects, but first I want to give you an authentic introduction.

After crowdfunding a three week sex education tour that took me to the South and Midwest earlier this year, I was even more certain that I wanted to be a sex educator who regularly travels and teaches and meets all sorts of other sex-positive people. I wanted to be a national educator, author, and entertainer. It was time for me to spread my legs, er wings, and fly! I was excited to hatch a plan, start a sex podcast, and slowly transition from being a local “sexpert” and sex boutique manager to a national (and perhaps international) sex ed sensation. I had been patiently training for this for years, learning everything I could, making connections in the community, staying up on the new sex toys and sex research. I had a big lovely dream of doing more education tours, traveling and co-teaching with my partners, finding an ideal polyamorous family situation, meeting other sex geeks and educators, and excitedly documenting all of it.

Unfortunately, soon after getting back from my teaching tour, my partner of ten years asked for a separation. I was (and still am) devastated and I thought this meant the end of a lot of my dreams. How could I survive on one income with rapidly rising housing costs, especially if I was planning on just working part time while trying to take my sex education career to even greater heights? How could I create a family now? How would I find enough strength to get through so many things at once, especially while I felt so unloveable? After love__out_of_reach_by_bakkus-d1cupuuthree years of dealing with infertility and loss and putting tons of hard work into my relationships, I thought I had finally found a good balance: supportive partners I loved, comfort, security, and things (sex education and traveling) that made me feel excited and hopeful about a new kind of future. Then, suddenly, it felt like it was all out of reach.

Thank goodness for my community. My friends, boyfriend, other sex educators, and other dreamers reminded me that there is no reason I can’t still have my dreams of being a full-time traveling sex mobile.

Hmmm. Traveling sex mobile, you say? That’s a thing. It can be a thing, right? #sexmobile can be my hashtag. Rising housing costs but I need to move out. #portlandhousingcrisis Now THAT is definitely a real thing. This is a major life transition…which might be exactly the right time to throw in another major life transition. Why the hell not? I am already thinking of how to use this time to transform myself and grow , why not also try to advance my career, see the world, fall even more in love, and help be a part of the sexual revolution? There is less to lose when things already feel lost, right?

I knew what I had to do. It was time for me to pull a poor person’s version of Eat, Pray, Love; It was time for me to follow in Cheryl Strayed’s footsteps, but not literally because I don’t want to hike over 1000 miles. 😉

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I got a small loan from the bank just under my name, bought a 1987 Toyota Toyhome Camper on Craigslist, and I decided to create a tiny house on wheels that would also be my sex education mobile. St. Edna the Sex Mobile, to be exact.

Totally reasonable plan.

This is going to be some kind of journey. I hope you come along and follow the ride.

xoxo,

Amory Jane