Wealthy and Well-F**ked – Transcript
I’m wealthy because I’m well-f**ked.
My vagina makes money. It didn’t always though. There was a time when it was an energetic vortex. A break-even, hand-to-mouth zone, but not, you know, in a sexual way.
The turning point for me was about 25 years ago. What happened? I got well f**ked.
Let me be clear that I’d had a number of very deep, cataclysmic sexual experiences up to that point. I’d shared addictions. I’d lost weight. I’d been in a deep depression. I’d had psychedelic cervical orgasms. But I hadn’t quite pulled together the sex/money/vocation thing yet. I was kind of on the trail but hadn’t broken through.
What happened in my late twenties is that I entered into a relationship with a man who would change my life. Why? Because sex was the absolute focus of our experiences. We used our sex life to work through our stuff, alchemize our issues, and transcend them. The container of our relationship and our bed became the place to exorcise all our demons. We welcomed them. We sought them out. We hunted those motherf**kers down and brought them into the bed, into the fighting ring, facing them, dueling them until we forced them to do circus tricks and dance for their supper until they became not only harmless, but they began to work for us. We integrated them into our beings, and they became our strengths. Our whole relationship was focused on using the power of our sexual connection to heal, expose our deepest and most vulnerable parts, the things that might have power over us, and smash those motherf**kers to bits.
Until all that was left was the purest versions of who we were. I rarely, if ever, talk publicly about my intimate relationships. For one, I believe that this is a sacred space and not for general consumption. But in the Well-F**ked Woman Salon, I go deeply into my dynamic with this man and how we used our relationship to heal and self-actualize.
What does this all have to do with being rich? Everything, bitch. Think about the concept of flow. Anything in you that facilitates flow, being in the zone, opening up to the creative brilliance of yourself and the universe, is going to lubricate your life.
Anything that blocks your flow, that limits you, suppresses you, is going to dull your life force and make you less effective and less attractive. Both in a beauty sense, but also in a major way in terms of being able to attract things into your life.
When you become a fearless f**ker, that translates into every part of your existence as a larger-than-life courage, boldness, and risk-taking. No risk, no reward. Nothing in life is truer than this. Life rewards those who dare.
Yes, you can f**k away your money blocks, your beauty blocks, as in whatever is holding you back from fully owning and basking in your innate gorgeousness. You can f**k away your low self-confidence. You can alchemize your trauma. Take your demons and f**k them up the ass and send them packing, but before you do, assimilate the gifts that are the truth underneath what you fear in them.
You dare to face them and go there, so they concede. They forfeit, and they hand over the wisdom you’ve now earned.
Well-f**kedness is not for the faint of heart. It’s not that easily earned. It takes effort and discipline and commitment, just like a fit body. You show up every day, and you put in the work and the play until it becomes a way of life. A fit body is a massive flex because it shows everyone what you are made of: grit and self-discipline, a massive amount of self-love, and self-respect. A level of superhuman inner strength to hold the course.
I was in the gym yesterday, working out, and this gorgeous woman in her early to mid-forties came in, and her physique was impeccable. Her movements were graceful and massively confident because she knew her worth. Her inner strength was reflected in her outer body. I told her she looked amazing, and we had a mutual admiration gushing moment of, “I know you. Inside, we are the same.”
The Well-F**ked Woman carries this same unmistakable, un-f**k-with-able energy. I went deep, I faced my demons, I conquered and slayed those motherf**kers, and this is what I’ve created. You can’t touch this, but you can touch it all over.
I’m untouchable, but for those who get close to me, you can touch it and penetrate it every which way.
A Well-F**ked Woman can open in ways that the poor, under-f**ked population can’t even comprehend. I always say that I pity the man who loses a Well-F**ked Woman. He will never forget her because no woman can open like her and take him to the places that she can.
You show up in the world fully f**ked, fully f**kable, fully open, and letting life and, of course, your man, deeply penetrate you.
The secret to making cash is knowing that money is an energetic exchange with the universe. What does the universe want in this exchange? You. The most unfiltered, uncensored, uninhibited version of you showing up in the world and giving the gift of you.
We do this by living a life that’s honest, bold, courageous, and tapping into our own unique expression of exactly who we are and then amplifying that.
This is learning to let go of preconceived ideas of who you think you should be, of how you ought to express fears of what other people will think of you or what they’ll say about you. Sh**ting all over that and coming into direct contact and only being loyal to the deepest truth of who you are. You show up in that unbridled joy and pleasure, and the universe moves mountains and opens doors and removes obstacles to light your path, and it gives you the means to do this through magical opportunities, helpful people, and loads of cash.
The more you let go of all that isn’t you and amplify what is, all your life choices reflect this inner alignment. Your relationships, your friendships, your work, and vocation. Everything is refined into a purer expression of your essence.
When this happened for me, that’s when the floodgates of cash opened up. I’ll give you a big example of this.
I first created my Well-F**ked Woman Salon back in 2012. At this time, the only people in the sexual space were doctors who would put their lab coats on to go on Oprah and speak in clinical terms with charts and bar graphs and the like.
Then you had giggly, juvenile, Cosmo, cheesy people.
And then I came along. I had an online presence for over a decade at that point on the old testaments of blog posts and Tumblr. I’d been doing my work as a sex coach for over a decade. I wanted to make online programs to take everything to the next level and connect with my audience that I was now building internationally, so I created the Well-F**ked Woman Salon.
Then it came time for the name. I’d been talking about the concept of the Well-F**ked Woman for at least a decade already. I’d written an article in Playboy about it. But to name a public program “f**k anything” was a big step.
What’s funny is that now the concept of being well-f**ked has entered the vernacular as a term. This is the trademarked language that I came up with, and I built this whole course and concept around. It’s now gained such cultural momentum that people just use it as an everyday adjective.
But years ago, to put profanity in a title and this program was unheard of. For some people, it still is unheard of.
I ran the name past a yoga teacher friend, a colleague of mine, someone who is huge in the international yoga community. She said that if I called it “The Well-F**ked Woman,” she wouldn’t be comfortable recommending it to her following. She suggested going with a name like “Attentive Listening Woman.” That was literally what she said instead.
That’s when I knew that I absolutely had to go for it. I had to be as true to myself as I could be and trust that whoever got it, got it. The people who needed a more tepid voice and message, like “Attentive Listening Woman,” would find what they were looking for elsewhere.
So I went for it. I talked about the history of the Well-F**ked Woman meme, when I made a video series to promote the course. And as I was filming the first video in the series, I could feel I was a bit creatively stuck. I didn’t have a flow. So I went and f**ked myself, and then I came back to record, and lo and behold, everything flowed.
I shared in that video that I had just been royally f**king myself because, you know, sex is medicine, and I just took mine. That energy was palpable.
I still love that video because it’s raw and magical, and I am imbued with my well-f**ked glow.
Then the cash came rolling in. In three weeks, I made more money than I normally made in half a year, and it’s kept growing since then.
But that was a huge lesson for me in being as true to my voice as I could be all the time, especially in the big things. But the small things are also very important. The vibration of truth reaches out and resonates with people.
If you are shrinking or hiding behind fear of judgment of being too much, you f**k yourself, and not in the good way. You cock-block the universe from giving to you. The universe has no interest in you playing small.
And look, not everyone’s expression is going to look like mine. You have to find out what yours looks like, and you do that in your vagina. What is in your vagina and your sex organs? All the DNA of who you are. The blueprint for your deepest self.
When you connect to that energy, when you activate it, you embody the full power and essence of you. It’s all housed in your reproductive organs. The more you activate your sexual energy and you own it, embody it, wear it, you show up as the more self-realized version of who you are.
Then sh*t gets real and fun. The universe says, “Bring it, bitch!” and you say, “I am bringing it, bitch!” And the universe says, “I’m going to rain down cash on you.” And so it does.
It is this glorious mix of being well-f**ked and learning to channel your sexual energy into your creativity and your life and boldness that makes the magic happen. The wonderful thing is that the more well-f**ked you are, the bolder and more courageous you become.
I always talk about how one of the main hallmarks of being a Well-F**ked Woman or person is that you stop giving a sh*t what anyone thinks of you. You don’t try not to care; you just don’t care. You own your truth and your vision, and these are all of what you live by. Nothing else matters.
Everything you need to master your sexual healing, self-expression, and yoni cash manifesting skills is all in my Well-F**ked Woman Salon, which is open now and closes for registration tonight.
In this ten-week online salon, we cover how to use your sexual energy to manifest men, money, and miracles in your life. Step-by-step instructions for the deeper vaginal orgasms, G-spot, cervical, and squirting, which, as you know, I guarantee that all women can have. Breast massage to tone, lift, and activate the orgasmic potential of the breasts. How to transform challenging menstruation, PMS, and menopause into the blissful portals they were always meant to be. Natural lubrication from the inside out and cock-whispering tutorials, Anami-style, in oral and manual pleasure for him.
Like I said, men really don’t leave a Well-F**ked Woman. I mean, why would they? It’s more like the other way around. Then, if a man is bereft and has lost himself a Well-F**ked Woman, he will lament that loss for the rest of his life.
So come on over to KimAnami.com/wet and register now to become a Well-F**ked Woman.
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