My Story: The Heart Behind the Work 

For a long time, the only life I knew was being a high-performing woman. I knew the rent had to get paid, I knew I had bills that needed to be handled, and I felt like I had to perform at the highest level on my job just to keep it. But I never knew that the lack of sleep I was getting was the exact reason my body would eventually force me to slow down and scream for a gentle touch. I had to ask myself: Why must I live to earn a dollar if it is actually doing this to my vessel? When I faced my own reproductive health battles, stress-induced medical conditions, and changes in my body due to a lack of rest, I couldn't find the medical support, safe touch, or inclusive education I needed.

One day, while being in the hospital for a week, I spoke up for myself as the nurse brought me more meds.

Crying, I asked for a hug. Crying, I told her I'm sick because I work too much. Crying, I asked why doesn't this hospital offer other treatments than pills?

She had no response but looked at me with empathy.

A few hours later, a nurse studying Reiki showed up to my bedside. We sat and had a real conversation before she ever laid hands on my body, before she gave me the aromatherapy nasal sticks, before she gave me the coloring book to help relax me. I don’t ever remember her leaving the room that night—but I do remember her taking my pain with her when she went.

With time, I realized our community was starved of gentle, grounded care and rest. I was not the only one. That hospital stay did a number on me! I felt like the spirit was using my body as the vessel to experience what I was experiencing because of my voice and my curiosity to find answers.

Guided by beautiful mentors who pointed me toward the right paths of understanding, I began studying the body for myself. That journey led me to earn my certifications to practice platonic touch, and to become an American Board Certified Sexologist.

But these credentials aren't a crown, and this education is a journey that still continues for me every single day. They are simply tools I have gathered to bring the research, resources, and care directly back home to you.

Noir Touch & Rest isn't a clinical space; it is a sanctuary born from love and shared lived experience. I am right here beside you as we unlearn our exhaustion and slowly learn to come home to our bodies.

A massive part of this work involves dismantling the stigma placed on the word "pleasure." I want to strip the negativity away from that word and completely disassociate it from meaning only sex. Pleasure is a birthright found in rest, joy, and safety.

Because of this, I am deeply passionate about teaching our community the profound value of platonic touch. So many of us do not know how to experience or accept physical touch without a sexual attachment. I want to change that. I am creating safe spaces where we can relearn the power of simply being held, supported, and connected without expectations.

I want to be so clear: I am not standing at some magical finish line of healing. My own journey is completely imperfect, and I am right here in the trenches learning and unlearning with you every single day.

Through this work, I realized none of us are alone in our exhaustion. Our whole generation is just tired. If we don't step in and disrupt this cycle now, the younger generation coming up right behind us is going to inherit the exact same burnout. I am taking the initiative to say: enough. We deserve a space to just stop, breathe, and figure out what our bodies actually need to truly live and feel pleasure.

The beautiful truth is, the tools we are using aren't even new. We are simply reclaiming the wisdom, rest, and deep community care that were always ours before the world told us we had to earn them. So whether you’re here to explore what pleasure means to you, or you just need a gentle, soft place to land at one of our upcoming gatherings, you are home. We've got this, together.