Day 11 Log

Tonight I chose discipline over distraction. Instead of spilling my seed on empty pulls of fantasy, I held it — saving it for the kind of experience that will actually feel rich, real, and meaningful when it arrives.

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My edgework was about training stamina and control. Each pause at the line built my awareness, each breath taught me to command my own fire. I didn’t lean on fantasy to carry me. I stayed present, sober to the raw sensations in my body, the pulse and heat as they rose and fell.

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I also made a shift: no more massage gun, no shortcuts. Just my hand, direct tactile touch, fully connected to my body. That change made the practice sharper and more alive.

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I’m not just avoiding waste — I’m preparing myself. This work is for the moment when presence meets presence, and everything I’ve trained to hold can finally be shared.