Vachon Imagined

When you give yourself away, you are giving away a piece of your sexuality—not merely your desire, but the creative force from which all expression emerges.

It is the place where life exists before anyone points at it and says, “This is a woman. This is a man. This is God.”

Before naming.

Before identity.

Before interpretation.

Untouched, it remains unknown. Not because it is hidden, but because human beings are often too busy being themselves to notice what exists beneath the self.

I am shy.

I am outgoing.

I am a listener.

I am a talker.

These identities harden over time. We repeat them to ourselves, others repeat them back to us, and eventually they become facts in our minds. We enter into a silent arrangement: I will express this version of myself, and you will reflect it back to me through your own experiences, assumptions, and interpretations.

The arrangement is rarely spoken, yet it governs much of human life.

But the true self does not negotiate terms.

It does not depend upon agreement.

It does not require reinforcement.

It is life itself.

And when you touch that life, even for a moment, something changes. You become less dependent on the identities you have collected and less persuaded by the identities others place upon you. A deeper security begins to emerge—not confidence in who you think you are, but trust in what you are beneath all descriptions.

You realize that what moves through you is not merely personality. It is life expressing itself.

And because of that realization, you become more careful with your expression. More attentive to where it is received. More discerning about who is invited into your inner world.

Not out of fear.

Not out of judgment.

But out of reverence.

For once you glimpse the source, you understand that what you share with another is never just your time, your attention, your affection, or your body.

You are sharing life itself.