When I was younger, I hated my body. My skin, my nose, my hair. The clothes my parents gave me felt like a jail — I wanted to be free. No shoes, no shirts, just water and sun.
Living in Mexico was a drug too. That hedonistic, self-centered lifestyle — I could not get enough of it. What you see here is a photo session for a sex-toys brand. I got hired and did what I could do best: putting myself into Adonis mode, oiled up and ready. I remember the director asking: "Can I oil you up? We do not have olive oil, only coconut — are you ok with that?"
My answer: "Oil me up hermano. Do what you need to do."
The results were as amazing as the session with the professional team. I made new friends, we went to eat and party — and I danced all night long, sober. I was already free from consumption by then.
The One Drug I Could Not Give Up
Attention. Music. Dancing. Loving people. And especially: being a poly-amorous lover boy, truly believing that free love means you can do whatever you want — without consequences.
I got it wrong. Luckily, new role models came into my life who guided me toward a deeper inner truth. I became more aware that sexuality is a very intimate, spiritual and very private experience in life.
Three Years Ago
My clients back then were mostly men who wanted to learn how to date women, how to live free working remotely, and how to free themselves from weed and party drugs. But I was not yet close to the level of quality and know-how I have today. The reason? I was still chasing something outside: the next hype, the next dopamine, the next adventure.
Today I truly believe: going to the sauna and shutting up is the highest high. Silence is my new superpower.