Dearest ones,
I stepped away for two weeks, and I owe you the truth — not the curated version, but the living one.
Because something is happening here.
A deepening.
A sharpening.
A rising.
And I want you with me for all of it. After all, I believe cultural movements are like that. What is happening for one is amongst a whole system of change and becoming. Today I share with you a becoming that is alive, showcasing itself in it’s own way, in my life.
Where I’ve Been
We launched What Is Love — a film experiment asking three forbidden questions:
What is love?
What is intimacy?
What is great sex?
Fifteen people. No filters. No scripts. Just raw answers that cut like glass — reminding me that most of us aren’t lost, we’re just starving for truth.
You will see more on this, but for now we remain devoted to it’s beating heart and bringing it to the world in exquisite truth and reverence... and in it’s time.
Then came The Oneness Experience.
It’s not soft.
It’s not “healing.”
It’s the kind of night that strips you bare — emotionally, psychologically, erotically — and hands you back to yourself to be given into deeper intimacy, richer love, powerful connection.
No techniques. No mass choreography. Just a hotel, each couple in their own room, receiving knocks at each of their individual doors, with bespoke intimate itineraries set foot on golden trays and in deep raspberry velour bags.
Each knock by design, each couple on their own, exploring their connection, guided to ecstasy… to the Oneness.
Couples walked in holding hands as habit.
They left holding each other like discovery.
One woman said, “Twenty years together — and we remembered ourselves.”
A man shared, “Two hundred hours of therapy couldn’t do what three hours here did.”
It’s not coaching.
It’s not therapy.
It’s a controlled detonation of intimacy — in the very best way.
And it reminded me: desire doesn’t die with time. It dies with pretending and not tending.
And the Real Reason I Missed Last Week
A message I sent to my right hand, Amber:
“I’m missing the LL deadline — I’m busy falling in love. Headed to Europe for a date. Isn’t this what the work is?”
Here’s the unmasked version:
For four years, I’ve explored everything — openness, closeness, endings, beginnings, lust, pleasure, heartbreak, repair… and yes, some of the best sex this planet has ever hosted (in my not-so humble opinion).
But last month, something changed.
I cancelled every other date.
Turned off the apps.
Closed every loop.
And said a full-body yes to one man.
The first time I’ve gone all-in in years.
It might burn.
It might last.
But the truth?
He might be the one.
Dangerous phrase, I know. “The one”, can mean so many things to so many people… another under-explored phrase, just like “I love you” can mean different things to many.
To me - it means, the one at the time who unlocks the next era.
The most powerful man in my universe. The one who can see and be seen… and together we dance, curiously, with reverence for our own becomings individually and together - partners and equals.
My friends said the man I described in my “referral letter” — the one outlining how I love and what I want — didn’t exist. Yet here he is: 90% unicorn. (I’ll reserve the final 10% until the one-year data review.)
And the moment that shook me?
Not sex — (I know, not what I expected either)
It was the kiss he laid on me in Paris.
Top five most intimate moments of my life to date.
A recalibration of what connection feels like in the body, in the universe, in the infinite now.
Men reading this:
Yes, this is your reminder — intimacy is not softness. It’s precision in presence.And we feel it instantly.
It took me out at the knees.
Where Liberation Letters Is Going
This community is expanding — women, men, couples, singles.
The conversations are deepening.
The truth is getting braver.
Liberation Letters will keep evolving —
not toward oversharing,
but toward resonance.
And yes, the research stays.
Data matters.
Patterns matter.
Understanding human desire — biologically, psychologically, emotionally — matters.
Studies from the Kinsey Institute and Stanford’s Center for Longevity confirm that desire doesn’t diminish with age; it transforms into depth and confidence (Kinsey, 2022; Stanford, 2021).
But this week?
The sample size is one human: me.
And I know many of you — women and men — feel this same ache:
A longing for a love that is all in.
Not partial.
Not polite.
Not performative.
A love that risks something.
A connection that transforms.
A love that is precisely present, that is felt, resonant, in the everlasting now. The kind that seems to stop time.
Share this letter with people who can hold it.
Women first.
Men on the path of knowing.
Those who are brave enough to actually feel something.
This circle grows through integrity, not marketing.
And the Bold Invitation
If your relationship — or your desire for relationship — is asking for more…
more truth, more erotic intelligence, more connection that changes you… in the precise ways you desire, with then come.
The Oneness Experience.
One night.
One room.
A bespoke reconnection that will alter what you think is possible.
NYC • Amsterdam • Toronto
This is not an experience for everyone. It is designed, deeply rooted in psychology and designed for intimate connection… individual by individual to bring couples to the next level of their union.
If you feel called, reply. This is a bespoke experience and does not have a sales page. It’s not a button click kind of experience.
Desire recognizes what it wants.
And finally… a confession.
Being this open to love is terrifying.
To risk again.
To reveal again.
To love without my keen ability to strategically retreat or shackle myself with emotional conditions.
But I’ve learned this:
Anything less than all is something I will never choose again.
And I want that liberation — for women, for men, for anyone ready — for you directly, if you want it.
Reflection Prompt:
What truth have you outgrown the need to edit?
In love,
Kelsey — for the Paramount Love
PS - if you want to submit a comment or question, a curiosity or a revelation…please do so. I write the Liberation Letters to start a conversation, first within ourselves, and then among those who feel the pull. That’s you and me... so send. I am here, for the conversation.