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Dr. Cat Meyer, LMFT

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Dr. Cat Meyer, PsyD, LMFT is a licensed psychotherapist sex therapist, relationship coach, partner yoga for intimacy instructor, meditation guide, and reiki practitioner dedicated to evolving the relationship we have surrounding sexuality. Dr. Cat recognizes the strong link between body, mind, and spirit and uses this knowledge in her private practice, transformational retreats, and speaking events.

05/26/2026

When I am in the middle of a painting,
It is a holy mess of paper shreds, murky paint water, paint tubes, and scattered brushes.
Paint in my hair, around my mouth, on my hands, on the drop cloth.

When you catch me curled up writing poetry,
It is a blessed jumble of words on paper, metaphors and imagery, scribbles and sketches, books with highlights and folded page corners.

When you hear me forming music,
It is a conjuring of vocal chords and finger placement
A mystery to where it is going while seemingly knowing it all along.

I view making art like I do making love
Cleaned up only after its had its way with us
Or risk diluting the raw emotion that floods through
when it’s not interrupted by thought.

This November, I am co-leading a powerful retreat with .tailor exploring the relationship between eros and art. Amid a world that is burning with rage, pain, hope, and possibility, I believe that art and eros can carry us through.
Curious as to how?
Comment MUSE and I’ll send you info in your DMs.

05/20/2026

Last year I got a tiny tattoo on my hand that says “she is art”
Not she could be art. Not she will be art when she is ready/healed/has something interesting to say.

She is art, as she is right now.

Honestly, sometimes I forget.
As I spiral down into not-enoughness or fall into an endless pit of logistics that sucks the s*xy life out of adventure and fun.

Luckily, it doesn’t last long for me, before I realize I just am art and delight in the fact.

I sometimes wonder about people who do not believe themselves as art or artist, if they simply do not spend time with art to really see it.

Because if they did, they might discover that some of the most devastating paintings, the most haunting songs, the poems that make you groan from the pain of recognition, are about nothing remarkable at all.

A glass of water going warm on a nightstand from days of neglect.
A pair of shoes by the door that belong to someone who is gone.
The specific sound of a house when everyone in it is finally asleep.

Art is not about the subject itself.
It is about the quality of attention you bring to it.

The willingness to look at something ordinary long enough that it reveals to you what it is really made of.

The coffee going cold in your cup is just coffee.

Or it is the whole story of a morning you were too distracted to be present for, the small grief of ordinary life passing through your hands unnoticed, the question of how many mornings you have left and whether you will finally decide to taste them.

That is the same cup of coffee.

Art is how you look at it.
She is art. So are you.

BTW got the ink at the grand opening of my girl’s colorist salon who by the way is a true artist and I’d like to shout her out.

Art is everywhere.

Comment MUSE and I’ll send you information about something that can inspire you to be art.

05/15/2026

Feeling some kind of way…

05/14/2026

In this conversation with Jade Tailor, we explore the intensity of the creative process, the emotional depth of acting, and why boundaries and energetic separation matter for artists.

Because when you fully immerse yourself in emotion, creativity, and character. You can also lose yourself in it.

A powerful conversation on artistry, emotional embodiment, and learning how to leave it all on the floor.

🎧 Full episode of S.x Love Psych3delics is live now.

MUSE Retreat:
https://learn.s*xloveyoga.com/muse-retreat

05/13/2026

For the last three years I have been writing a poetry book about grief.

I needed somewhere to put the unfiltered rage and heartbreak and fear.
The death of my father. My body breaking down from health. My relationship ending. The politics that made me sick to my stomach. A world that felt like it was destroying itself in real time.

I didn’t know how to hold all of it, so I let emotion roll through me as I wrote.

Over time, swimming in that ocean, learning its tides and textures, sitting with rituals and cultural perspectives on loss, I began to see something about my own culture.

How much we aren’t grieving.

Not just death of loved ones, but even the dreams we cannot seem to release; the expectations we built our lives around that quietly stopped being true; the futures we saw coming that we didn’t want.

We carry all of it, unprocessed, and wonder why we feel stuck and stagnant.
Why we can’t move forward.
Why something always feels unfinished.

The artist is the one who can go there.

To take what is raw and unnameable and make it into something another person can recognize themselves in.
A painting.
A poem.
A song.
A body moving across a stage.

Art doesn’t tell people what to feel. It meets them where they already are and gives them permission to feel it.

In a world this loud, this defended, this polarized, art is a necessity.

This November in Bali, this is what we are doing.

Teaching women how to use their own grief, desire, eros and creative force as the material for a powerful message of reality.

Comment MUSE and I’ll send everything directly to your DMs.
Or check the link in my bio for more.

05/11/2026

You don’t need a tragic life to make art.
You need the ability to look at an ordinary life and find what is alive in it.

The light through a window at a specific hour.
The particular weight of a silence between two people.
The feeling that exists before you have words for it.
The thing everyone has felt and no one has named yet.

That is what art does.
It doesn’t invent feeling.
It finds it, holds it up, and says: you are not alone in this.

For me, making art has always felt erotic.
It’s aliveness. Play. Experimentation.
A willingness to let something move through you without knowing where it’s going, and trusting what reveals itself when you stop controlling the outcome.

That is not a gift you either have or don’t.
It is a relationship and skill you train to reveal from what’s there.
Like training your eye to see, your voice to say something powerful, your ear to listen for what’s being said between the lines.

This November in Bali, we are gathering women who are ready to build that relationship with themselves as the artist and the muse.

To stop waiting for the tragic backstory or the perfect conditions or the version of themselves who is finally ready.
MUSE is for the woman who is ready now.

Wanna join .tailor and I?
Comment MUSE
And I’ll send it to your DMs.

05/10/2026

What if the thing you’ve been avoiding feeling… is actually the source of your creativity?

In this conversation with Jade Tailor, we explore creative expression, resistance, embodiment, and why so many women feel disconnected from their inner voice.

Because creativity doesn’t come from overthinking.
It comes from feeling.
From attuning inward.
From allowing what’s alive in you to unfold.

🎧 Full episode of S.x Love Psych3delics is live now.
MUSE Retreat:
https://learn.s*xloveyoga.com/muse-retreat

05/07/2026

In this deep conversation with Jade Tailor, we explore the fear of being seen, the shadow of the Muse, s3xval trau.ma, objectification, and what it means to reclaim er0.t^cism and visibility on your own terms.

Not as performance.
Not for the male gaze.
But as truth.
As aliveness.
As power.

🎧 Tune into the full episode of S.x Love Psych3delics 180 with Jade Tailor.

MUSE Retreat:
https://learn.s*xloveyoga.com/muse-retreat

04/30/2026

I’ve gone through this a few times in my life.

The first was related to my Catholicism in the Midwest.
I was deeply devoted. Youth group. Mass every Sunday. The rituals, the community, the sense of belonging to something bigger.

Then I started noticing the judgment. The way people who believed differently were spoken about. The incongruence between the love we preached and the way we treated those who weren’t like us.

Something in me recoiled. I found myself avoiding, questioning, being very quiet, until I pushed it ALL away at age 20.

The second was the “spiritual community.”
I dove in fully to the circles, the ceremonies, adopting the language of “awakening”.
Then I started seeing: The bypassing of difficult conversations. The refusal to take responsibility. The talking behind each other’s backs while preaching “love and light.” The performance of depth that never actually reached below the surface of the terminology they were using.
Something in me recoiled again. I pushed it all away.
Harder this time. And I couldn’t trust anyone who identified as “spiritual”.

The third was a Neo-Tantric training.
I showed up ready to learn. Instead, I was hit on by teachers, told that they held the “codes” for deeper initiation. I watched as they were publicly called out for SA and fled the country.
I was done. Repulsed. Disillusioned. Finished with all of it.

What I didn’t understand at the time was that each of these moments was in its own way an initiation into discernment.

The ick wasn’t failure in belief. It was my psyche protecting me while I learned something I couldn’t learn any other way:
Spirituality, while it can be practiced and inspired with others, is ultimately a path we walk alone.

No teacher, tradition, or community can walk it for us.
Repulsion is an important emotion that acts as a form of protection.

Once you’ve processed what you’ve seen, once you’ve understood your own role and relationship with it, you may no longer need to hard push, exile, or convince everyone else to hate it with you.

It can exist in the world, community, family, while we walk our own path, knowing ourselves, our limits, beliefs, ability to say “no”. (Continued below)

04/27/2026

There’s a benefit to holding onto the story of pain and trauma.
One in which we may not be ready to let go of because we are uncertain what happens when we do.

When pain is the most consistent thing in your life, the psyche does what it must to survive— it makes meaning out of it.

The trauma became a story, an identity, a lens through which we can understand ourselves, relationships, and the world around us.

I am the one who was abandoned.
I am the one who wasn’t enough/too much.
I am the one who survives hard things.
I am the one who can’t trust.
I am the sensitive one, the broken one, the fighter, the lone wolf.

These narratives kept us coherent and explained why things were the way they were.
They also give us secondary gains, which I wrote in the carousel.

I‘be seen people use the pain story to monetize, avoid accountability, stay wounded for creative purposes, keep themselves relevant and special.

Healing/growth asks us to release these. It will leave us feeling vulnerable and exposed to the elements.

The terror of who will I be without this?
If I’m not the survivor, what’s left?
If my pain isn’t special, am I special?
If I release this story, will I be irrelevant?

This is no a small thing to surrender to, yet, it is a necessary dissolution before rebirth.

Dissolution doesn’t feel like transformation while we’re in it. It feels like losing ourselves, because we are.

We are losing the self we built to survive, and we don’t yet know the one who will emerge.

Grief only asks that you honor what is ending.
The identity that formed around our wound kept us alive. It gave us structure when everything was chaos. It deserves a proper burial.

Slowly we begin to discover who we are when we’re not managing, surviving, or bracing.
We find out what we actually like. What we actually want. What we actually feel— without the filter of our wound.
We meet ourselves without the armor.

It’s disorienting, tender, and the most free we’ve ever been.
Writing a new story of our becoming.

04/20/2026

People minimize the existence of misogyny or say it’s exaggerated.

Women who point out men’s abuse get labeled “man haters.” Told they’re dramatic. Bitter. Unable to let go.

And yet.
Last week you might have read, CNN reported on the website that trained men how to dr—ug their wives so they could ra—pe them while unconscious.

Let that land.
Not strangers. Husbands.
Not dark alleys. Marital beds.
Not a one-off monster. A community.
A curriculum.
A how-to guide.

If you’re shocked, let me show you something.

I’ve been spending time in history— searching for the ideologies about women that are not new. That we have faced for centuries. That are still being spoken aloud by men in leadership today.

I’ve been putting it in my art (which I’ll share with you soon).

Swipe through these quotes.
These are politicians. Leaders. Philosophers. Writers. Men who shape policy, idology. Men who decide what happens to our bodies.

I don’t blame any woman who is in protection.
Who guards herself.
Who struggles to soften.
Who keeps walls up.

Given this world, it makes sense.

We are conditioned to believe that safety exists in a form— in commitment, in marriage, in “one of the good ones”

As a therapist who works with SA, I can tell you:
a form does not ensure safety.
A ring does not promise anything.
A title does not prevent harm.

Marriage is not a protective container by default.
It is a dynamic, individualized relationship— just like everything else.

So when I hear political leaders and influencers telling women to get married, make babies, submit to their husbands as if this is the path to safety and fulfillment—
I see ignorance.

A projection of one person’s experience, status, upbringing, resources— presented as universal truth.

What Exactly Are We Submitting To?

It’s comfortable to not question.
It’s comfortable to believe that “spiritual” or “godly” or “traditional” means safe.
Because then you don’t have to feel, think, or risk the feared consequences of “no”

You just follow the rhetoric.

This is not new or rare
This is the world we navigate— while being told we’re exaggerating

This isn’t exaggerating.
This is wholistic understanding

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