In the theme of self-love I decided not to push myself to “masturbate” before I went to sleep. Instead I tried weaving pleasure throughout my day. I started the day doing a little postpartum sexuality research and then headed to a Blessingway for a friend. It was such a sweet gathering of wise women sharing their experiences of motherhood. I realize that something that feeds me is being in community with other women. It is such a need for us to come together, share wisdom, food, songs, and ritual. This was a lovely way to receive pleasure, even if it didn’t involve my genitals. After some time with the girls I went to dinner with my partner and son. It was so lovely to be with them, just enjoying our time together having a night out. It might not have been romantic or orgasmic in the traditional sense, but I felt so close to my family and that brought me joy. We visited a book store afterwards, while my son and pappa were looking for dinosaur books I checked out my own book. Sometimes I love visiting my book Red Hot Touch in the bookstore. It gives me such a sense of accomplishment. We went home and after the baby was asleep my partner and I curled up on the couch to watch a movie. It’s something so rare and it felt so good just to sit there and relax with him. I then drifted off to sleep my hand on my vulva (I have to get some genital touch in there!) feeling completely at ease.