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 an experience created for women who feel 'too much' for their world: too much emotion, too much passion, too much love, too much too much!
Drawing on 30+ years of experience in dance, theatre, yoga, martial arts and meditation, I've created a space for women to challenge their limits and break through any barriers that block themselves from their unique authentic expression.
Unapologetic Flow
Move with strength, sensuality, and release. This is movement that doesn’t ask permission—it simply is, unlocking emotion through rhythm and power.
Radical Authenticity
Show up as you are—no masks, no performance, emotion without shame, sweat without apology. B!tch Fit is a space to be fully seen—messy, loud, and gloriously real.
Fierce Liberation
Break free from self-judgment and limiting beliefs. Here, you’re not performing—you’re becoming the woman you were born to be. Every movement is an act of rebellion—and rebirth.
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.
