A Hedonist Knows...
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Hi, I'm Hanna Livengood. (Yes, that's my real name!)
I’m an herbalist, sex educator and transformational doula. I support folx as they liberate their bodies and minds from sex-distorted, people-pleasing programming, to their birthright of pleasure-drenched connection with Self, Earth and Other. I have a Holistic Sex Education Degree from the Institute of Sexuality and 1,000 + hours working with soil, studying herbs, apprenticing herbalists, making medicine and facilitating herbal workshops. As an herbalist who specializes in sex education and reproductive health, I am bringing an unprecedented modality of holistic healing to the sexual wellness space.

I believe feeling alive and turned on is not only a precursor to a healthy sex life, but a foundational tenet of a connected, intuitively-lead life. As someone who has spent endless time and money in the revolving door of spiritual advancement, I’ve come to understand that no amount of trainings, courses or apprenticeships can provide me with the answers I’m looking for. The answers are not found externally, but encoded in the trinity of my mind, body and spirit — springing forth from the sexual center. When I began to slow down, with the rhythm of the natural world serenading me to the present moment, I could finally access this internal wisdom.

My goal is to empower you as your own leader and wisdom keeper. I do this by connecting you to plant allies that can heal your sexual ailments and open your body’s pleasure pathways. In conjunction with herbs, I use somatic practices that upgrade your body literacy and open the floodgates of cell-deep sensation, internal authority and sexual fulfillment.

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Read my story:

Raised in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, I spent my childhood crouched by the creek, sifting for arrowheads and animal bones. An honored resident on the land of the native Catawba tribe, I would follow tracks into the Piedmont Forest, poking through scat and watching for deer until the Carolina sunset called me home for dinner. 

On the weekends my family loaded up the Suburban and climbed Highway 26 to reinvigorate our small-town souls with mountain medicine. By day we would hike for hours, and by night, flip Spam over an open fire telling heirloom ghost stories. 

At a young age I learned the language of the howling wind and the wisdom of the buzzing bee. I preferred the ground to my bed and the symphony of cicadas to the vapid whine of early 2000s TV. I was most at home outside of my front door, where my senses were enlivened with the smell of earth and the pulse of Gaia.

I grew out of my light-up tennis shoes and into my desire for intimacy. I looked for love in my small-town peers, eventually learning that my pleasure was not their priority. After I was raped and assaulted by a trusted friend, I chose to keep my pain to myself and isolated from my loved ones.

Quietly navigating a dark depression, I returned to the babbling creek behind my house for guidance. Grounded in its presence, I sifted through the wet sand and smelled the mineral-rich water. I felt a kinship with the creek, its elemental blueprint mirroring back the innate beauty and worth of my own.

Following the call of the wild, I furthered my eco-education as a kayak guide. Leading folks through Low Country flora and fauna, I discovered my love for herbology. I began working with plants, communing with their spirits and extracting their medicine. These transformational allies romanced my heart and sparked a cell-deep presence in my body, ushering me out of shame and unworthiness, and to my birthright of healing and pleasure.  

The natural world continued to support me through my sexual reclamation and reeducation. I watched the cycles of life following the thread of transformation, affirming there is something inherently sacred about death, sex and rebirth. Excavating all things taboo, I sought out the ancient teachings of Tantra to understand modern distortion around sex. Emphasizing pleasure as a ritualistic opportunity for transformation, Tantra gave me a permission slip to pursue my sensual desires with curiosity and acceptance. 

I archived the healing somatic practices of Tantra but was not keen on the polarity teachings that required masculine and feminine energies to reach transformational, orgasmic states. Why? Because my quintessential pleasure allies were ready and willing to support my alchemical transitions even if I did not have a partner to practice with. Perplexed by this gap in the pleasure discourse, I knew as an herbalist, wilderness guide, tantrica and eco-sexual, that I had something innovative and groundbreaking to offer the world.

…And like Queen Anne’s Lace pushing through the soil on a wet spring morning, Herbal Hedonism was born.

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