The First Time I Touched Myself with My Eyes Open

This is how I remembered who I was.

Welcome to Blood, Bone & Ghosts.

If you’re new here—this isn’t a newsletter. It’s a ritual.
This space is for the ones who’ve burned and still chose to rise.
It’s memoir, memory, and magic. Told in real time.

Today begins the Erotic Trilogy—a three-part offering on sex, sovereignty, and remembrance.

This first piece is for everyone.
Not explicit—intimate. Not performative—present.
It’s about reclaiming the body as altar, as oracle, as home.

If this stirs something in you, stay close.
The second essay will be available to paid subscribers only.

And if you’ve been holding shame inside your ribs—
this is your invitation to let it go.

With heat,
Franceasca