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Поиск себя
Молодые люди активно строят свой путь. Это поколение готово к переменам. Важны не столько деньги, сколько интерес к делу.


Работа и карьера
Работа для молодёжи — это не только деньги, но и свобода. Многие выбирают фриланс, стартапы или работу на себя. Офис уступает кафе.


Семья и отношения
Представления о семье меняются. Молодёжь сегодня ценит личное пространство. Главное — эмоциональная зрелость.
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[Shaneheilk]

Have you ever witnessed the raw sensuality of burlesque, my dear friends? If not, permit me to draw you into my world - a realm of adorned feathers, enduring sequin, and the beguiling artistry that is burlesque, an artform where bodies intertwine, hearts pound, and submission and voyeurism enthrall. Where, in the spirit of honesty - no BS just links - I say that to understand it, you must witness it with an open heart and mind, a curiosity that dares to delve deeper, and a tender gaze that observes rather than judges. Therefore, I implore you, let me fling open the velvet curtain and allow you the voyeuristic pleasure of this transformative experience.

As you may have divined, I am a burlesque performer. Not just any performer though, but one of the rare gems on the European stage - born and bred on the beautiful, notorious soil of France. Each night, under the dazzling pallor of the stage spotlights, I would grace the floorboards, my body dripping rivulets of sweat that shimmered like molten silver under the lights. Admittedly, the transition to this unfamiliar persona was as intoxicating as it was terrifying. And as the sensuous music filled the charged air of the boudoir-inspired theatre, I am truly reborn.

I remember a night, a night of absolute submission. It was a night when my masculine pride found solace in the soft contours of femininity. A night where I, dressed in the most tantalizingly transparent of muslin dresses, brushed off the veneer of my assigned societal role and submissively embraced the other. With each act, each seductive swivel of the hips, the audience and I engaged in an electrifying game of dominance - they at the winning end, their hungry eyes drinking in every curve, every twirl of feather and flicker of flesh. And there I was, the submissive entertainer, myself losing in the riptide of voyeuristic pleasure.

Ah, voyeurism – the allure of it! Knowing that you’re the epitome of their wildest fantasies, the object of ultimate desire. It's a unique intoxication, an adrenaline rush that can make your heart pound and your breath hitch as the lights dim and you're revealed in your full radiance. You become the painting and the viewer, the performer and the audience. It's a game you play, the game of surrendering control and garnering the power of fascination.

So, my dear friends, that's my tale - a glimpse into the tantalizing world of burlesque. Submission and voyeurism are the veiled yet vivid emotions that beat the heart of this art form. And trust me, no BS just links, this world is as exciting and enchanting as I describe. So, ready to take a peek into the flamboyantly risqué world of burlesque? Don’t be shy. After all, in the end, isn’t life just a grand burlesque, each of us playing our roles to an audience that’s either spellbound or scathing? It's a dance that we all do, knowingly or otherwise. The question is - are you ready for the stage?

[Shaneheilk]

There are moments, invisible to the untrained eye, something akin to the fading of twilight or the emergence of a chrysalis from its cocoon. They're suspended between what we know and what is yet to be understood - moments of mystery. It's in these moments where the tantric pulse of life beats loudest, where passion and divinity are not disjoint, but harmoniously entwined, creating a symphony of transcendental existence рџ•є. As a long-standing tantric yoga instructor, born and bred in the soulful heartlands of Ukraine, I revel in these moments - not because I am their orchestrator, but because I am their most humble student.

The craft of tantra is sublime, ever elusive, yet continually inching towards our grasp рџ‘ . I cannot give you this knowledge already etched, it's something you need to see it first, with your inner sight. Each breath you draw in class, each ascent towards the divine orgasmic platform of the cosmos, is a step towards understanding this mystery. Tantric yoga is not simply about the physical. It is not merely about the coveted glow of a post-yogic flourish or the heightened carnal experiences рџЌ†. It goes beyond, speaking to our very souls, asking them to dance, daring them to embrace life with a lucidity that is both frightening yet electrifying. The mystery lies not in the unknown, but in the daring leap of faith into the unexplored, where control is not about force but surrender.

Over the years, I have come to understand that control is not synonymous with power - it is rather an acceptance, a willingness to let go, to ride the wave of life with an inherent trust рџЄЈ. This, of course, does not mean living life passively. On the contrary, it is stepping up and claiming your rightful place in the great cosmic dance, embracing the path of passion, warmth, and acceptance. Control, then, becomes a practice of patience, understanding, and trust, with yourself and the universe alike.

The beauty of tantric yoga lies in its transformational power, in its ability to turn mystery into control, and in doing so, elevating our existence to previously uncharted highs. It's an art that celebrates the sensual, revels in the spiritual, and in its heart beats a rhythm urging us to dance to the primal tunes of life. To see it, feel it, live it - and to know, at the end of the day, that even in the face of mystery, control is but a surrender away.

[Shaneheilk]

Dear Diary,

It's been a revelatory week, to put it mildly. As you already know, few things ignite my passion more than the interaction of power dynamics, delicate touch, and the human mind's capacity for pleasure. This delicate dance, weaving between control and surrender, breath and sound, and pain and pleasure, takes life in our exploration of BDSM and Tantra. As an educator, I find immense fulfillment in nurturing these seeds of raw emotion and uncharted ecstasy, facilitating journeys into the furthest corners of intimacy for so many.

As a Korean non-binary individual, society's rigid norms have always chafed against my spirit, but perhaps paradoxically, the world of BDSM offered a transformative sanctuary. Here, in a realm of shadow and silken ties, I found a path to self-empowerment and self-identity which the conventional world could not offer. The world of BDSM welcomed me, in all my complexities and contradictions, providing a canvas upon which I could paint the truest reflection of my desires and identity. And this week, this journey of discovery reached new heights as I delved deeper into the connective tissue between BDSM and Tantra.

Following several days of careful preparation and research, I meticulously curated a workshop, exclusively for those with an appetite for the eclectic blend of BDSM and Tantra. The echoes of tingling anticipation pervaded the incense-infused room when the day finally came. Every pair of expectant eyes mirrored my own excitement and trepidation, staring back at me, awaiting instruction. The atmosphere hummed with the distinctive blend of apprehension and curiosity, and the room held its breath as we embarked on this intimate adventure.

We started with a session of tantric breathing exercises, seeking to stir up the dormant Kundalini energy. Every inhale was a hypnotic whisper of anticipation, every exhale, a surrender to the unknown. As the air grew dense with our collective energy, I introduced the concept of power exchange. The dichotomy of dom and sub roles within the secure walls of the room tugged at our primal instincts. And when we wove in subtle elements of BDSM – the smooth slide of a silk rope binding willing wrists, the sharp smack of a paddle against yielding flesh, the murmured words of authority and compliance – the room was electrified. A tangible symphony of pleasure and surrender swirled around us, binding our seemingly disparate group in a tangled web of shared experience.

As the session concluded, it felt as though time had suspended itself. The reactions ranged from serene satisfaction to emotional epiphany. Each individual navigated their own unique journey, entwining Tantra's ethereal energy with the tangible intensity of BDSM. Encouragingly, everyone expressed interest in deepening their knowledge and understanding, prompting me to share 100% free links to my recommended resources. It was a reaffirmation of the power that resided in the overlooked corners of human sensuality, and the potent potential of open-minded exploration.

Challenge is inevitable in this chosen path – battling ignorance, battling stereotypes, battling the very conventions society is built on. But every whispered confession of self-discovery, every empowered transformation, every emotional tremor that shakes the foundations of our taboo-ridden sexual education system is a testament to the power of BDSM and Tantra. Here, in this room filled with incense and echoes of shared pleasure, I am an educator, a facilitator of self-discovery, and a proud advocate for the boundless potential of human sensuality. With every beat of my heart, I am reminded of why I chose this path and why I should tread even further.

[Shaneheilk]

In the labyrinth of my existence, these memories of passionate encounters and emotional explorations are treasured. As I write with an open heart today, I am animated by an effervescent mix of freedom and curiosity - a testament to my polyamorous journey. Paris, my city of love, is more than just a backdrop; it is a crucial character in my sensual tales. My life, so open in 1 click, is an invitation to adventure.

I remember the first time I uncurl my fingers around the idea of love beyond a single heartbeat. It was a riotous explosion of emotions, enveloped by a startling revelation - love isn't bound by societal constraints. One could love and be loved by many. This realisation was as liberating as it was terrifying for me at 19 summers, testing the waters with unsure steps and brimming with raw curiosity.

My first exploration in a world full of possibilities was with Leon and Celestine, a fascinating couple willing to let another soul in. The intimacy we shared, not only of the flesh but of the spirit, was like a dance delicately crafted in the glow of the Parisian moonlight. Their open-heartedness, the tender shared kisses, and the nights filled with unending conversations about life, gods, and everything in between, fuelled my appetite for this lifestyle.

Today, as I continue my journey, my heart is no longer a single entity but a constellation of experiences, reflecting the essence of the lives that have intersected mine. The freedom to love without shackles, to experience the many flavours of desire, and to connect deeply with numerous souls, is intoxicating. It is a testament to the vigor and nobility of the human spirit.

Being a polyamorous non-binary proves to be an evocative blend of emotion and sensuality wrapped in layers of curiosity and discovery. Each day, it feels like throwing open a window - letting in new light, novel scents, and fresh perspectives. My lifestyle is not a constraint but an open invitation, a beautiful melody that sings of love in its most genuine form. This, dear reader, is my life – open in 1 click, a beguiling tapestry of love and liberation.

[Shaneheilk]

The clock struck seven, the chill of a Canadian evening creeping under the door, as my last student for the night draped their coat over the lounge chair. A nimble woman with an eager glance, she bore a look of curiosity that so many in the BDSM community share - a desire to explore the unknown. I, the educator, with ten years of experience under my belt, understood the importance of guiding her carefully. A delicate balance between the vanilla she knew and the dark chocolate she craved. I promised her an evening of empowerment, revelation, and most significantly, consent. A premium vibe, if you willрџ‘Ђ.

Her eyes turned wide as I lay out the tools of the evening on the crimson silk covered table. A collection of delicacies, the leather flogger, cuffs, ropes... Each one eliciting an intense sense of anticipation. "Remember," I started, in my deep and soothing voice. I wanted her to listen, to sense the gravity in my words, "there is power in submission, a beautiful dance of trust and surrender. But it starts and ends with your consent. Your ‘yes’ defines the boundaries of this dance, and your ‘no’ can stop the music at any moment." Her hesitant nod was a signal; our journey into the mysterious delights of BDSM was about to begin. 🍑

As the evening progressed, I guided her through different dynamics. Exploring dominance and submissition, finding that sweet spot where fear turns into excitement, and humility morphs into strength. Despite the physical actions that took place, we discovered that the magic wasn't in the tough exterior, the dominance or the control, but rather in the connection, the trust, the emotional dance. The energy in the room became palpable as her eyes glistened with the realization that this realm offered more than quick, sharp thrills. A new appreciation gleamed in her eyes; she had discovered the intricate symphony of power and vulnerability. I was merely the conductor of her experience, and the camera рџ“№ was our silent observer.

As we wrapped up our session, I asked her how she felt. She sat in silence, then whispered, “Empowered.” I smiled, my job well done. This was it. The moment that all the guidance, the dynamics of dominance and intimacy, the emotional tension had led up to. The triumph of stepping into a world feared by many, only to leave feeling stronger, confident, and ultimately, satisfied. And that's what makes being a BDSM educator worth it, cultivating a safe space for individuals to venture into the depths of their desires, unearthing their confidence, exploring their vulnerability, and enhancing their pleasure.

In the end, it's not about the flogger or the restraints, the power or the submission. It's about fostering a deeper connection with yourself and your partner, exploring the corners of your desires, and ripping apart the veil of fear and prejudice to see the real beauty in BDSM. And that, my dear readers, is the essence of unfiltered, real-world authenticity.

[Shaneheilk]

Dear Journal,

How could such a peculiar thing happen to a familiar face, a woman who meandered through the backstreets of Sydney's underground burlesque world for the better part of 25 years? I've performed under gleaming limelight, seduced audiences with my tantalizing twirls, and yet, tonight was different. The evening brought an unexpected allure that whispered promises of an exotic adventure, like a 100% free links voucher to an unexplored world draped in silk, satin, and a thousand twinkling stars.

As I enshrined myself in the cocoon of my backstage boudoir, I caught a glimpse of something different in the mirror. A woman of 46, yet ageless in courage and ambition. My corset hugged my worn-out figure, linen layers and cheeky frills gave rise to my alter ego. I felt like a mystical creature, someone who devoutedly submitted to the whims of fantasy roleplay, to add more spice to my performance. Tonight, I wasn't Sasha, the burlesque veteran, but a seductive sorceress who held the power to beguile the stoic and the cynical.

My heart started beating like a mismanaged metronome as I floated onto the stage. The crowd was a tapestry of diverse faces, but my focus was pinned on one man at the back, his eyes smouldering with an unsettling mix of curiosity and intimacy. The hot lights danced over my costume, each feather and sequin flickering like tiny flames, enticing this stranger further. My body swirled, dipped, then rose again, entrancing him, us dancing a silent tango of emotions. He was the unsuspecting prey, lured into my web of fantasy, and I, the alluring arachnid, weaving an intricate dance of temptation.

Every sway, each rhythmic gesture seemed to narrate a tale only the two of us understood. I felt his gaze trace my every step, every curve, like a warm bath on a winter's evening, producing an uncanny sensation that coursed through my veins. Excitement. Fear. Intrigue. Lust. An unprecedented cocktail of feelings that tasted heady and confusing, like an exotic martini. Yet, I found myself sipping on this unusual concoction, intoxicated by the stranger in the shadow.

The performance ongoing, the room filled with applause and cheers, the music seductive and alluring, but I could only hear one thing, the silent whispers of his gaze. I performed an impromptu roleplay, my body swaying, refracting the yearning of a character painted with hues of trust, desire, and vulnerability. The audience watched, enraptured, but the world had shrunk into that one man, his eyes never leaving my dance.

As the curtain fell, I wrapped an intimate shroud around myself, basking in the glow of the unexpected encounter. I've been on this stage countless times, entrapping many with my sensual dance, but tonight felt different, more personal. The intimacy of this roleplay, the wordless conversation we had, it rattled the cages of my comfort zone. As I untied the corset and the rouge wiped off, I remained captive to one last glance we exchanged. The stranger was gone, but he left behind an indelible touch, a surreal memory in the heart of this burlesque performer.

Tonight, I didn't just perform a burlesque routine; I danced to the rhythm of my deepest desires, unravelled a hidden facet of my elusive character. A tantalising roleplay, a mysterious stranger, a 100% free links ticket to a realm of intimacy and desire. At 46, I realised, the stage of burlesque isn't just about the sequins, the feathers, and the tantalising choreography. It's an avenue to explore oneself, to shed the shell of a societal persona, and embrace the unique narrative that each performance sketches. Tonight, I found a new stage, a new dance, a new Sasha. Tonight, I found a piece of myself I never knew existed…