Take a deep breath.

The kind that fills your belly, not just your lungs.

The kind that reminds your bones: You’re still here.

The kind that says: “I made it, even when the world looked the other way.”

This post is for the ones who were used… and blamed.

For the ones who were told to stay quiet for “peace,”

Those who were handed shame instead of safety,

Those who had to turn their pain into poetry just to survive the silence.

This one’s for you.

Because we’re not waiting for the old systems to fix themselves.

We’re building something wilder. Softer. Safer. Ours.

So, how do we empower survivor-led safety initiatives in our communities?

Let’s Be Clear: Their Justice Was Never Made For Us

What happens when the systems meant to protect you are the ones that fail you, or worse, betray you?

You go to the police and they ask what you were wearing. You tell your story in

court, and they call it a “he said, she said.” You speak your truth in public and they call you bitter, broken, or brave - but never whole.

You try to survive, and somehow you become the problem.

Because we were never meant to win in their world.

Their justice system was designed to punish, not to heal.

It asks survivors to relive their worst pain in order to maybe be believed. It centers the abuser. It dissects your trauma. It demands proof of purity. It confuses revenge with accountability.

So we stopped asking for crumbs.

We started growing gardens.

We Don’t Want Vengeance. We Want Safety.

And safety begins inside the body.

If you've ever walked home with keys between your knuckles…If you've ever worn headphones just to avoid being harassed…If you've ever been touched and froze instead of fought…

This is your altar.

Because safety is not the absence of threat - it’s the presence of choice. Of boundaries that are respected. Of “no” being a full sentence. Of “yes” being sacred.

We don’t want to be protected only after we’ve been harmed.

We want a world where harm doesn’t feel inevitable.

And so we build that world - breath by breath, boundary by boundary, body by body.

Sacred Reclaiming Phrases to Tattoo on the Soul

Because sometimes, all it takes is one phrase to begin the rewire.

Say them out loud. Write them in lipstick. Whisper them into your wrists.

My no is holy. My yes is mine. Being desired does not mean I owe anyone my body. I am not what happened to me. I am what I choose next. I don’t need to be healed to be worthy. I will never trade peace for permission again. My body is not a battlefield. It’s a garden.

Survivor-Led Safety: Where Healing Meets Revolution

Across the globe, grassroots movements are blooming - not just in defiance, but in devotion.

From femmes in Mexico City forming community patrols to protect women from street harassment, To sex workers in Bangkok running their own harm-reduction collectives, To trans and queer activists in Kampala creating hidden shelters of safety, To Indigenous communities in Canada reclaiming traditional justice circles…

These are not just resistance.

These are blueprints.

These are living maps of what justice can look like when it comes from the people who’ve lived through the fire - not the ones who lit it.

The Erotic Is Political: And Reclaiming It Is Power

Let’s talk pleasure.

Yes, even here.

Because if trauma robbed your body of its sovereignty…Then pleasure - chosen,

slow, consensual, and embodied, is the reclamation.

This is why COSMIC SENSATION doesn’t shy away from desire. Why we speak of sensuality as sacred. Why we invite survivors not just to survive - but to thrive.

Because we know this truth:

When you reclaim your pleasure, you reclaim your power.

You say, “This body is mine now.” You say, “I am allowed to feel good again - not in spite of what happened, but because I deserve joy beyond it.”

We’re not here to be palatable. We’re here to be free.

Sensual Safety Rituals for the Revolution

You don’t need a courtroom to begin again. You need space. Touch. Breath. Witnessing.

Here are a few sensual, sacred rituals we recommend:

1. Sanctuary Soaks: Run a bath with herbs, flowers, or just hot water and intention. Let the water hold you like no one ever did. Let your body unclench.

2. Voice Activation: Moan. Growl. Sigh. Scream into a pillow. Sing a love song to your body. Your voice deserves to echo without fear.

3. Survivor Circles: Whether online or in person - find spaces that centre your lived experience. Storytelling is medicine. So is listening.

4. Boundary Rehearsal: Say “no” in the mirror. Practice saying it with softness, with rage, with conviction. Practice until it no longer feels dangerous to protect yourself.

5. Reclamation Photography: Let yourself be seen the way you choose. Your gaze. Your power. Your story. Document it like art. Because you are.

   
   

COSMIC SENSATION: Where Protection and Pleasure Hold Hands

We are not here to beg for a seat at their table. We are building our own altar.

An altar where survivors rise. Where femmes don’t flinch. Where consent is sensual. Where artists, protectors, witches, lovers - of all genders - create new blueprints of

safety.

We are writing new myths.

Not about how we were hurt, but how we rose after.

We are not waiting for a gavel. We’re raising our voices, our hips, our standards.

And we will not tone it down.

Because softness is not weakness. And anger is not unholy. And safety - the real kind - is so sexy.

You Are the Justice You Were Waiting For

You are not here to beg. You are here to build.

You are not here to explain yourself to systems that gaslight your grief. You are here to reclaim.

You are not broken. You are not too much. You are not "dramatic." You are divine. You are dangerous to the old way of doing things - and that’s exactly the point.

So we say:

• My body is not a crime scene. It is a sanctuary.

• My voice is not too loud. It is legend.

• My boundaries are not barriers. They are invitations to real love.

And when the world says, “But what about justice?”

We say:

We don’t need their justice.

We’re building our own.

In breath. In blood. In body. In every sacred, sensual, slow, consent-soaked yes.

COSMIC SENSATION

For the lovers who protect. For the survivors who roar. For the bodies that still ache - and are learning how to trust again. For the revolution that tastes like honey, fire, and freedom.

This isn’t the end.

It’s the beginning of a safer, sexier world.

And we’re building it together.

Let it rise. Let it rage. Let it rest.

Then let it touch you.

Slowly. With consent. With reverence.

Let safety… feel good again.