Rise
bitches
Burn the script. Rise real.
Rise Bitches is a battle cry for the buried feminine in all of us. It doesn’t matter what body you were born into. If you have ever been told your feelings are too big, your desire too dangerous, your sensitivity a weakness, your rage unacceptable, your tenderness embarrassing — this is for you. This is the invitation to stop apologising for the wild, soft, powerful, messy, erotic, tender, furious feminine force that lives in your womb — whether you are a woman, a man, non-binary, trans, or any flavour of human. For thirty years I have been ripping masks off, burning scripts, and learning — through gymnastics, theatre, martial arts, meditation, motherhood, heartbreak, and ecstasy — how to let that feminine energy rise without apology. Rise Bitches is the living proof that when the feminine is welcomed home, the masculine inside us finally relaxes into true strength instead of armoured control. When the feminine rises, everyone wins. This is not polite spirituality. This is not patriarchy dressed up as “feminism” or toxic masculinity dressed up as “warrior.” This is not fragile femininity asking for permission. This is the marriage of fierce and tender, dark and light, yin and yang, Shiva and Shakti, the dancer and the warrior — inside one beating human heart. The world is starving for people who feel everything and still act with clarity. For lovers who stay present when it gets messy. For leaders who cry in meetings and still make the hard call. For artists who bleed on the canvas and call it holy. Rise Bitches is the dojo, the dance floor, the temple, the battlefield, and the bedroom where that marriage happens. Rise, bitches — all of you. The feminine has been in exile long enough. It’s time she came home — in every single one of us. Burn the script. Rise real.
About Naomi
I used to think power meant a six-pack carved from punishment. Three times in my life I starved, lifted, ran, and drilled my body into something hard and impressive. I thought that was freedom. Then life cracked me open: motherhood, love, loss, decades on the cushion and in the studio, and I discovered real power is the softness that can hold everything without breaking. If non-binary had been a word in the 80s, I would have claimed it in a heartbeat. I lived in baggy jeans and skateboards, short boy hair, rejecting every signal of “womanhood” because I didn’t want the boys to stop seeing me as their equal and start seeing me as prey. I wanted union, not objectification. I wanted to stay in the pack. So I became tough on the outside and kept the wild feminine hidden, until I realised hiding her was the real violence. Today I live in a body that looks sweet, friendly, almost girlish: people guess my age ten–fifteen years younger and are shocked when they meet the warrior inside. I am fiercely sensual, deeply sexual, magnetic, juicy as hell, and I dress like someone you’d trust to watch your kid, because I do not trade on “sexy” to be seen. I want you to meet me, not your projection. I am not the cacao-ceremony feminine. I am not the bro-dojo masculine. I am not the good girl, the bad girl, the soft girl, the hard girl. I am the girl who does handstands in the kitchen and cries at sunsets. I am the warrioress who laid down every outer weapon and found the only invincible one was presence. I am the lover who will look you in the eye while the mess pours out and still stay. I am the woman who serves her heart on a platter whether or not anyone shows up to the banquet. I will say “I love you” loud and clear even if you never say it back, because love, for me, is not a transaction; it’s the air I breathe. I have betrayed my heart, numbed my body, performed every role, and come home every single time: softer, wilder, truer. If you have ever felt like the wrong kind of anything, this work is for you. We will sweat the armour off together. We will burn the boxes. We will let the feminine rise, untamed, un-costumed, unapologetic, until the masculine inside every one of us can finally relax into real strength. I’m Naomi. Warrior. Mother. Lover. Naked human. I rise every damn day, heart wide open, and I’m holding the torch until you remember you’ve always had your own. All genders. All bodies. No mould required. Rise, bitches.
RAGE | DANCE | CRY | RISE
Class
B!TCH FIT
B!tch Fit is a somatic dance rebellion for women, where we reclaim the raw emotion, sensuality, and wild aliveness we've dimmed to feel "enough" or hide our "too much."
B!tch Fit isn't the boss-bitch aggression of mainstream fitness - that hustle to appear strong, sexy, or validated.
It's about channeling the fierce, unfiltered energy of 'bitch' to release the masculine armour - the over-responsibility, the dimming, and people-pleasing we've carried for too long.
Through movement, breath, and radical honesty together, we alchemise that force into authenticity, accountability, and sovereignty. The softening happens naturally as the result.
The bitch clears the way.
The bitch knows her worth.
And when she rises, everything changes.
Radical Authenticity
Arrive exactly as you are — messy, loud, tender, real. No masks, no performance for approval; in this warm circle every feeling is held, seen, and celebrated without apology.
Unapologetic Flow
Move with raw sensuality, strength, and joyful release — booty-shaking rhythms, powerful pulses, no permission required. Breath and shared beat unlock what’s been held, inviting your body to remember its wild, unfiltered ease.
Sovereign Emergence
Through rigorous yet playful movement we alchemise armour and numbness — no softening to fit, only clearing the path. What blooms is spontaneous freedom, deep wisdom, overflowing love: the natural feminine flow that rises when the bitch knows her worth.
Workshop
Unmasking Illusion
Radical Authenticity through the Neutral Mask
The Neutral Mask strips away every lifetime mask we’ve worn. It drops us into the body before story—primordial, empty, awake. The world appears raw, unfiltered, exactly as it is.
When we own the stories we project onto that naked reality, the false self dissolves.
What remains is radical authenticity.
Practice
Awaken the Warrior Within
Embodied Practices of the Ling Gesar Tradition
Humans are powerful creators. Our thoughts, our feelings—they shape our reality. There’s no escaping it. So the true path to freedom isn’t in blaming, resisting, or hiding. It’s stepping out of victimhood straight into the fire of radical accountability. Now, more than ever, we’re being called to the battlefield—not with swords, but with awareness, courage, and unshakable presence. For those answering that call, it’s not enough to be spiritually “awake.” We need both—the outer activity of awareness and strategy, and the inner wisdom of the warrior mind. Enter Ling Gesar, bodhisattva in warrior form, emanation of wisdom, compassion, and enlightened power—a figure rooted in Tibetan tradition who embodies the prophesied rise of enlightened strength amid chaos. He rides the windhorse (lung-ta), subduing the enemies of fear, fragmentation, and delusion with spontaneous activity and unwavering presence. His timeless teachings are resurfacing now for a reason. They carry encoded wisdom for those called to lead with sovereignty, clarity, and heart.
Blog
Unfiltered writing, reels, and future online conversations that refuse to sugar-coat the path.
Why 'Rise Bitches'?
Rise is the lotus, rising through the dark mud — the shadow, the mess, the abyss — and unfolding into radiant light and beauty. The lotus is not separate from the darkness; it adorns it, is nourished by it — an ecstatic embrace of non-duality.
If the word “Bitch” makes you uncomfortable, good. It carries centuries of distortion — used to shame, silence, or harden what was never meant to be tamed.
Bitch is the birthing mother — the force that pushes new worlds through the veil: creations, babies, the authentic self, the sovereign heart. She snarls at interruption, burns away pleasing and dimming with compassionate rage, opening the canal wide.
Bitch doesn’t just witness the rise — she labours it into existence.