The Bathhouse

Welcome to The Bathhouse — A modern echo of an ancient place where it's safe to strip down and return to yourself. Let’s dive in.

By Alexandra May

Alexandra May

The Case for PleasureMaxxing

Isn’t destruction also creation?

i line my eyes with kohl on the mornings i see no one. i wear the good earrings to write. i keep silk for sleeping in. the perfume goes on for the walk to the kitchen and back. these are my affirmations. adornment is the oldest way we have of telling the body it is loved.

This solstice is asking us to stretch our arms toward the sun. To grow like the wild things we are, to let life be juicy, to let that juice drip down our chins, too lost in the ecstasy of the dark cherry flesh to care. To let a lover kiss that juice off our chins. To be that lover for ourselves. To let the sun warm our skin and ripen our…

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