TRANSCRIPT: The Support Group for Hot, Sexy, Fit People Who Have Lots Of Orgasms
It’s really hard being in this category.
Seriously, it is.
A lot of hard work.
Like, every day.
Hours spent surfing, swimming, going to the gym, running, fucking, doing inner emotional processing, clearing blocks and having orgasms.
Being a visible minority like this is tough!
I saw a stat that 1 in 25,000 Americans have visible abs.
That’s .004%.
Like I said, a visible minority.
We gotta stick together and support each other.
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For me, it’s a good day when I feel like I have learned something new or challenged myself in some way.
I step out beyond what I know, into new territory.
I grow.
I change.
I love the idea: If it doesn’t challenge you, it doesn’t change you.
So the question becomes: Are you living at your edge?
Are you finding ways to deliberately move OUT of your comfort zone and beyond?
Everything we do—or don’t do—registers in and ON us.
Unresolved trauma and pain settles in as a cyst or a growth or a mysterious leg ailment.
A broken heart that never healed remains as a heaviness we carry with us everywhere we go—depression, cynicism, and a few extra pounds.
All of our sexual guilt and shame get internalized and show up as difficult periods, crazy menopause, PCOS, endometriosis, premature ejaculation and erectile issues.
All the things we don’t say to stand up for ourselves get stuffed inside of us and manifest as throat and thyroid issues.
From stifling our voices.
Truths unspoken.
Baggage collected and never unpacked.
The body holds it ALL like a filing cabinet until or IF we deal with it.
Unless it gets grieved and purged and healed.
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When I see fit, athletic bodies, I know the toil that goes into them.
I know the daily, hourly, minute-by-minute choices that people make.
The choice to get up and go to the gym when we “just don’t feel like it”.
The urge to check out and numb ourselves with extra food and put ourselves into a sugar or carb coma or to reach for nutrient-dense foods that optimize our bodies and minds.
We choose to elevate.
Or denigrate.
We choose to be conscious.
Or go more unconscious.
The choice to NOT check out or numb out or Band-Aid ourselves IS an act of supreme self-love.
I admire that.
It literally turns me on.
In fact, I’d say that one of my primary love languages is insane self-discipline.
People who take on challenges and conquer them.
People with the courage to face and slay their demons.
Big, big turn on.
My vagina tingles just talking about it.
One of my other love languages is courage.
Again, HUGE turn on.
Makes me melt.
Bold, decisive actions.
People who don’t back down and instead go barreling into the abyss.
I fuckin love it.
So when did mediocrity and cowardice become so fashionable?
When did failure become something to strive for?
I feel like this has been in the ethers for at least a decade.
When people starting coming onto my Instagram saying:
“Hey, why don’t you ever show pictures of ‘normal’ bodies.”
By “normal” you mean overweight and not fit?
Uh, never.
I never promote a lack of self-discipline or self-love as something positive.
You, too, can go to the gym.
And funnily enough, now that people are guzzling Ozempic—now that the price of admission for weight loss is no longer self-discipline, but taking drugs—the voices of “fat acceptance” have suddenly shut the fuck up.
Will wonders never cease!
And then we have this ridiculous “privilege” idea.
I thought this was dead and that people had finally had enough, but Time magazine gave it a last gasp with an article in September called—I can’t even say this without laughing—
How Toned Arms Became a Status Symbol—And an Impossible Standard
The article talks about how “fitness” is the domain of people with privilege.
Specifically, toned arms are the new symbol of it.
No, bitch.
Anyone can lift weights, eat healthy and POOF!
It’s magic. Toned arms.
Actually, it isn’t magic at all.
It’s the direct result of these actions.
No more, no less.
Anyone can do it.
But the status symbol piece?
Sure, I’ll take that.
In the sense that self-discipline, self-love, striving to be better, facing your demons are all qualities of someone with high status.
These are signs of someone who LOVES themselves enough and has the internal strength to make intense, disciplined choices all day, every day.
In that sense, this is 100% correct.
This is the ultimate status symbol:
A body that’s svelte, toned, well-defined.
A body that’s athletic, capable, powerful.
A body that’s sensual, open, orgasmic and well-fucked.
A mind that chooses positive, loving actions.
What could be higher status than that?
NOTHING.
Your body, your physique, your energy that’s borne out of making these constantly life-affirming choices—all of this energy is written all over you.
It’s what you wear into the world.
It’s your business card. Walking, talking, radiating.
Because it reflects the truth of who you are.
In the quiet, private moments.
When no one is watching.
When you still make make these choices.
I once said that flab on the body is representative of flab in the mind.
Self-indulgence. Excuses. Rationalizations of why you can’t.
Some people got REALLY. Offended.
Who fuckin cares?
The truth is the truth.
You can lie to yourself.
You can lie to other people.
But your body doesn’t lie to you.
Your emotions don’t lie to you.
You can ignore and override them.
That’s your choice.
But you can only suppress the truth for so long before it erupts over like a volcano and spews hot molten lava all over your carefully constructed and delusional narratives.
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My philosophy, the Anami way, is that there is a solution for everything.
And a natural one.
We just need to find it.
And be open to it existing.
I’m talking about root cause resolution.
Not the use of Band-Aids, which I talked about extensively in last week’s podcast Study Bros, Hormone Hoes and Biohacking Bitches.
The Anami Guarantee is that EVERYONE can.
All of the wild, fantastic, mind-and-body blowing experiences I talk about—and our Well-F**ked All Stars talk about—these things are available to EVERYONE.
It’s just like getting fit and having a ripped physique.
Anyone and everyone can do this.
It’s a formula.
You eat high-protein, nutrient-dense foods, you track your macros, your calories, you exercise and build muscle and voila.
YOU ARE FIT.
It’s the same in Anami Land.
You clear your internal blocks, you dismantle your walls and defenses and you train yourself to leap into the abyss of emotional and sexual abandon.
AND YOU SEXUALLY SELF-REALIZE.
I’m an equal opportunity optimist.
I don’t indulge people’s reasons why they CAN’T.
I spend all of my time encouraging them that they can, and then showing them how to.
“Kim! Where do you get off saying that all women can orgasm?”
I get off left, right and center.
On the kitchen counter, in the car, on the boat deck, up the ass and all over the planet.
“Kim! Who do you think you are, telling women they can lubricate naturally?”
I’m the only sex coach who has the courage—and apparently the knowledge—to tell the truth.
All women—pregnant, postpartum, in menopause and in their 80s.
When I say all, I mean ALL.
A few years ago I saw a woman—a sex coach actually—talk about the “problem with lube shaming”.
Hahahahhaha.
Yes, you heard that right.
She thinks that telling women they can lubricate naturally and don’t need lube is a form of “shaming” them.
She, who uses lube.
This is more of this rapidly fading ideology of whiners and slackers, trying to justify why they don’t need to do the inner work.
She perfectly encapsulates a concept I’ve spoken about before:
“Lube and the Demise of the American Dream”
The American Dream used to mean that anyone could do anything.
Anyone could work hard and achieve massive success.
It was this idea that made people want to come to America and toss their hats into the ring.
Because the promise was that anyone could—if they applied themselves enough.
Those days are mostly over.
Because the dominant messaging is now:
It’s hard. There is no solution. Only Band-Aids.
Don’t even bother trying.
You’ll never succeed.
Just take our drugs instead.
Except… in Anami Land.
The American Dream is still alive and well in these parts!
Over the recent years, I’ve had people attack me for my crazy assertions:
Like telling people that all women can orgasm.
Guaranteeing it, actually.
Because yes, every woman can.
And here that’s theme again:
Vaginal, life-changing orgasms are earned.
You can’t just take a pill and have an orgasm.
You punch—and fuck—through the detritus in your heart and vagina, you find them.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for you to show up vulnerably, to surrender, to open yourself, to remember—or discover—what it’s like to live life with a raw heart and unguarded pussy.
“Kim! How dare you tell guys to “man up”?
Because that’s what a woman wants her man to do:
Dare.
All day, every day.
She wants him to bend her over and fuck her senseless until all the whiny, clingy shit is fucked out of her.
Being a legendary Supercock and all-night fucker is cultivated.
Hours of practice and commitment make you the most memorable cock a woman has ever had.
Your face, your physique, your orgasms—or lack thereof—all tell a story.
Sure, anyone can go out and buy new tits or a new nose.
True beauty, orgasms and fitness are earned.
You can’t fake an athletic body.
No one is born with peak fitness and a sculpted physique.
It’s a daily discipline.
It’s a reflection of your inner essence and drive and truth.
And it’s hot as fuck.
THIS is what excites me.
When people throw down.
For themselves.
This is what makes MY life exciting: the fact that I CAN change myself.
I CAN transform every day into a newer, better version of me.
Anytime. Anywhere. Any moment.
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I’ve seen memes talking about how the most dedicated gym people were once alcoholics and drug addicts, and now they’ve just redirected all of that obsessive energy.
That tracks!
People who have an intense amount of drive—if they don’t direct it in a positive, creative way, will see that energy invert on them.
It’s like being underfucked.
If you don’t express your love and sensual passions somewhere—even into yourself—they misfire and you meltdown all over the place.
Hence the condition of FUKME that we talk about in Anami Land.
The disease of the underfucked.
Some people might be lucky or karmically aligned enough to find their positive outlets early in life.
And they stay on this track of channeling their energy positively.
Some of us make detours into the underworld.
And have to crawl back into the light.
I love this quote from Nietzsche:
“You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.”
It’s true.
The wisest, most charismatic and beautiful people have worked their way through the shit.
No shortcuts.
People who don’t fall down a dark hole of addiction often redirect in the soft, checked-out limbo of HRT and pharmaceuticals, which are sold as shortcuts, but are essentially Band-Aids at best, and create even more problems and ailments, at worst.
These people never use their challenges as opportunities.
There is a spiritual cost to these shortcuts.
I love this story about Monarch Butterflies.
Some scientists were hatching their cocoons in a lab, watching them emerge out of their metamorphosis.
A well meaning “man of science” saw the almost-born, almost transformed butterfly struggling to emerge out of its cocoon.
Wanting to be helpful, the “man of science” broke open the chrysalis prematurely, to make it easier for the butterfly to come out.
It DID make it easier.
But something curious happened to the butterfly.
It had weak, crippled legs.
It could barely stand up or walk.
What the “man of science” found, is that the struggle was essential to the development of the butterfly.
Without going through it and finding the inner resolve to break through and BUILD its strength and resilience, it was weakened.
Permanently.
The whole act of fighting to push through its own walls, was necessary for it to be tenacious enough to live its life in full form.
I love this parallel to the human condition.
Too many crutches along the way destroy our ability to break on through to the other side.
We miss cultivating the spiritual wisdom and soul evolution that happens when we face our challenges head on.
Not only strength, but beauty is forged through walking straight into the fire and facing it.
There is no other way.
Look. No one is perfect. No one hits it every time.
We ALL have moments when we falter, we hesitate, we turn back.
It happens. *shrug*
You learn from it, you swallow the loss and you prepare and train yourself to do better next time.
The problem becomes when the side-stepping, avoidance and crutches become a way of life.
When people are selling the notion of inherent failure, of “there’s no way you can do this” as their product.
Which is so massively fucked up.
Like these hormones hoes I was talking about last week in the Study Bros, Hormone Hoes and Biohacking Bitches episode.
These people’s entire sales pitch is based on:
“Your body is inherently flawed.”
“Your body is so dumb, that it cannot possibly ever survive and thrive WITHOUT the help of our drugs.”
I actually don’t know how people aren’t more insulted and skeptical about this kind of snake oil.
But I guess when it comes from a so-called authority and people WANT an excuse of why they can never be thin, or fit or healthy or orgasmic by their own efforts, it fits the bill.
But that just tells you how NORMALIZED this philosophy of whining is—constantly reaffirming that people are simply BORN victims.
Victims of their bodies, of their biology.
Sounds rough!
Good thing I don’t buy into the bullshit, nor do the Well-F**ked All Stars in Anami Land.
Success in Anami Land is all about showing up, finding the inner strength WITHIN to persevere and claiming your well-earned victories.
And orgasms.
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Hot, sexy, well-fucked fit people with insane self-discipline and self-love?
We’re the minority now.
But as a minority, we’re NOT looking for your special treatment or your excuses or handouts.
Because we know it’s spiritual poison.
We know that true achievements have to be earned.
However, we ARE looking for each other.
“You will know them by their chiseled abs and confident swaggers, their sexy auras and open hearts.”
I’ll say it again:
Being fit and well-fucked truly are the ultimate status symbols.
You can’t buy them.
I mean, I guess you can get a butt lift or liposuction and some medical treatments, but muscles?
Nah.
You need to earn them.
Your body reveals all.
Every choice you make.
Every shortcut or every self-disciplined decision.
Being well-fucked is also an aura.
It’s the entire premise for my concept of the Well-F**ked Woman and the Well-F**ked Man.
This is an energy that writes itself all over you.
Timothy Leary once said this about being well-fucked:
“…we were bursting with love and energy…everyone we met responded, wanted us to be around, wanted to make it with us. There’s no social unit as powerful as a couple, sexually secure and erotically in tune, let loose among the poor sexual isolates.”
Brilliant.
Encapsulates it perfectly.
For the record, “poor sexual isolates” can still be couples; couples who aren’t having Anami gourmet-style, change-your-life and light-you-up-from-the-inside sex.
Like I spoke about in last week’s podcast Study Bros and Hormone Hoes and Biohacking Bitches, well-fucked people don’t go through all of the litany of health issues—reproductive or otherwise—that their underfucked counterparts do.
The internal combustion engine of sexual alchemy heals.
This is its job.
It’s the foundational health treatment that everyone ought to be having.
There are all these “STUDIES” coming out now that even a few of the study bros (but not many, since sex is still pretty taboo for most of them) are pointing to about intimacy and its restorative powers.
“Men who have intercourse at least twice a week are 45% less likely to develop serious heart disease”
“When a woman feels truly loved, her stress hormones regulate, inflammation is reduced and her immune system is boosted”
“Husbands who kiss their wives before going to work live 5 years longer”
“Passionate kissing lowers cortisol, reduces inflammation and boosts collagen production in the face”
So. There is it is.
The “SCIENCE” is in.
Now even the study bros can get behind this.
Or bend over for it, or whatever it is they do.
They can’t say it or think it themselves, but if a study tells them first, then they can.
Love and intimacy and sexual connection amplify all the healing and restorative processes in your body.
Like I said last week, I don’t give a shit about STUDIES, but when I see ones that confirm what I already KNOW to be true via my intuition or my anecdotal and clinical observations in my work, I’ll tuck them away and pull them out sometimes for the people who have yet to get over their blind allegiance to the study gods.
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So come and join our community of well-fucked, fit, hot, bold and adventurous people.
These are MY people.
You can meet them in our salons, and on the retreats we have planned for next year.
On my website, you can find all of our online salon offerings, and the waitlist page for 2026 retreats.
