Sadly, most people are not living erotically.
They’re not even living.
They’re managing.
Maintaining.
Surviving.
And I don’t say that to shame anyone, I say it because I’ve been there too.
Smiling reluctantly. Going through the motions. Being "grateful."
But deep down?
Flat. Predictable. Numb.
Like life was happening in black and white.
Then I came across a book by Richard Idemon and that was IT.
It held up a mirror to everything I didn’t want to see.
Wait…Erotically?🤔
Yes. But not how you’ve been taught to understand it.
This isn’t about porn, lingerie, or my Onlyfans page
(That’s just a bit of fun 😏)
When I say Erotic, I mean Eros.
That force that stirs you.
That fire that connects you to beauty, chaos, longing, truth, and God.
Erotica, in its purest sense, is not about sex, it’s about soul and presence.
It’s about letting life penetrate you fully, without hiding behind irony, intellect, or fear.
Living erotically is saying yes to the moments that shake you.
The ones that make you close your eyes and feel.
The ones that crack your voice when you speak the truth.
All of them.
The Opposite of Erotic Is Not Celibate.
It’s Static.
Static is safety on life support.
It’s when everything looks fine… but you’re slowly disappearing.
In static relationships:
You stop touching.
You stop asking.
You stop kissing like you mean it.
You become roommates with matching calendars.
In static living:
You scroll through sunsets instead of watching them.
You schedule joy.
You perform gratitude.
You stop being touched by beauty.
You confuse comfort with meaning.
Static is not a lack of sex.
It’s a lack of aliveness.
I created Midlife Erotica because yes
I do believe midlife is a crisis.
But it’s not a failure.
It’s a necessary one.
It’s entropy.
It’s the moment when the structures you built (your identity, your marriage, your job, your masks) begin to dissolve.
Not because you did something wrong.
But because they were never designed to hold the fullness of who you came here to become.
Entropy isn’t the end.
It’s the signal that a new system is trying to emerge.
A truer and wilder one. One that aligns with your soul, not your conditioning.
Midlife is when your old self starts to rot a little.
And if you’re not paying attention - if you resist it, numb it, medicate it, or spiritual-bypass it - you stay stuck in a loop.
Same partner. Same patterns. Same ache.
Just more candles on the cake 🎂
But if you meet this crisis with awareness, if you let it burn through the illusions,
If you stop clinging to who you thought you had to be…
Then entropy becomes initiation.
The static becomes erotic.
And your midlife becomes the start of your most alive, most honest, most dangerous chapter yet.
So let me ask you:
Have you been living erotically?
Or have you been shrinking into a “safe” version of yourself
One who doesn’t scare anyone,
doesn’t risk anything,
and hasn’t been stirred in years?
Have you been feeling…
or just functioning?
Because Erotica is not a genre.
It’s a way of being.
And I’m not here to sell you fantasy.
(That’s what my OnlyFans is for.)
I’m here to invite you back
to your real, messy, turned-on, truth-soaked self.
I hope you’re in for a good shake.
Because I am.
All in.
And on fire.
And no
It’s not your money I’m after.
It’s your awareness.
Because this world we’ve built?
It’s dying of disconnection.
We need to feel again.
We need to long again.
We need to remember who the hell we are beneath the performance,
the obedience, the shame.
If you're still reading, something in you already knows this.
So welcome.
You belong here.
You belong to Midlife Erotica.
And my friend
you’re alive.
Stay close for the upcoming Unlearning Circle.
And I promise
we're going to un-numb the f*ck out of this life.
Love,
A Rose 🌹