Forest Iverson

Seattle, Washington

My name is Forest Iverson (they/them), and I am a Bodysex facilitator in the Seattle area. 

I offer virtual and in-person one-on-one coaching as well as in-person bodysex workshops in the Seattle area. All bodies, currently or previously, with a vulva are welcome to attend and participate in any of the work that I offer. I specialize in creating and holding space for my LGBTQIA+ community and allies. 

Bodysex taught me that pleasure education is a sword of truth and protection from the harmful power structures that attempt to render our communities invisible or strip us of our right to be here and take up space. We are all capable of accessing pleasure, authenticity, and connection with our bodies to both heal and cultivate love for self and love for others, in order to bring our gifts out into the world. And we can have so much fun doing this when we do it together. Each of us deserves pleasure. 

If you’d like to connect or talk please reach out to me anytime and we can schedule a free 30-min phone call or zoom. 

You can read my blog posts on various topics and find out more about my events and workshops on my website. I look forward to working with you. 

Website: www.earthlypleasure.love

Email: info.earthlypleasure@gmail.com

Read Articles by Forest

My Preferences

My Preferences

Choosing the Discernment of Verisimilitude Over Nescience By Way of Preferences They weren’t a bad lay, but we were quite mismatched in terms of a lasting relationship. We were fucking one night a month or so into discovering this about each other and then, rather...

Orgasms Aren’t One Way

Orgasms Aren’t One Way

Once safely out of the driveway, I unbuttoned my pants, grabbed the vibe from the passenger seat where I’d tossed it as I’d gotten into the car, and clicked it on. It felt good over my jeans. Driving masturbation is a delicate balance between your inner eyes settling...

Arousal Is Interesting

Arousal Is Interesting

In 1992, just before the ninth grade I got braces. And headgear, which I was told to endure for 22 hours a day, but only wore at night because I just couldn’t wear the contraption to school. My orthodontist hung polaroids of his patients in their various stages of...

Pleasure is Radical

Pleasure is Radical

I’ve been struggling with the blog topic of pleasure because each time I start to write about the yumminess of it, what swings in bombastically and unannounced are the injustices and wrongs of our time, the many tasks I need to attend to, and all the things my monkey...