My Origin Story 
My parents were taken aback when I was born; I didn’t look like either of them. While my mother gritted her teeth through the confusion (understandably tired), my father blurted out,

“She looks like my grandma.”

By his grandma, he meant Mary Moy, a woman of the hills of Donegal, Ireland, who raised five children in a three-room house without plumbing or electricity, and who had been dead for four years.

Growing up, my childhood at private, all-girls schools was strict. The red shoes of my school uniform were always perfectly polished. For years, I internalized endless rules and shame from London society and Vogue magazine clippings. I wasn’t enough just as I was.
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I left London for The Wharton School at the University of Pennsylvania, landed my first job in tech, and looked better on paper. But I was miserable.

So... 
After a very traumatic incident and taking a bunch of psychedelic mushrooms deep in the woods in Upstate New York, I found the courage to quit my corporate tech life.

I moved to Mexico City to pursue my dream of becoming an author. Writing honestly about my sex life helped me process my shame.
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Now my mission is to help the world be shamelessly sexy.

I’ve published my novel, These Perfectly Careless Things, and built my blog, Misseducated. I also launched The Intimacy Journal, a guided erotic poetry journal, which was fully funded on Kickstarter in 12 days.

No topic is off limits. I hope my honesty helps you let go of shame, embrace the messy beauty of being human, and love yourself and your partner(s) more fully.
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