No More Fake Orgasms (or Fake Realities)

Kristen MF Clark
May 17
2 min read

What happens when you stop performing and start trembling into the truth?

“Fake it ’til you make it” — the spiritual pep talk of choice. But what happens when faking it doesn’t make it? What if it leaves you emptier, lonelier, and further from the truth? What if faking your mindset is no different than faking an orgasm — performing for someone else’s comfort while abandoning the part of you who is still waiting for the real thing?

The Emptiness of Performance

You can dress it up in spiritual makeup. High vibes. Positive affirmations. Visualizations that feel like forced smiles. But if the trembling is underneath it all — ignored, dismissed, or denied — then what you’re manifesting isn’t alignment. It’s a mask.

There’s a hollowness that creeps in. A quiet knowing: This isn’t real.

And that whisper of awareness? That’s the part of you still hoping to be heard.

Imposter Syndrome Isn’t What You Think

Imposter Syndrome doesn’t mean you’re failing. It means something true is being buried under performance. You don’t feel like the “real deal” because you’re playing a part — one that skips the very thing that would make it real: your presence.

Every time you “fake it,” you’re telling your body, your truth, your energy: Not yet. You’re not good enough to be seen.

And ironically, that’s the thing keeping the shift from happening.

The Orgasm Analogy

There is nothing harmless about faking an orgasm.

You do it to avoid disappointing someone. To perform. To feel “in control” of an outcome. But what gets lost in the performance?

The real one.

The one that builds. That surprises. That erupts through full presence, not pretend pleasure.

The same goes for manifestation. You can’t fake your way to a quantum leap. You must let the trembling be part of the truth. You must feel the not-there-yet without shaming it. Because that’s where the real power lives.

The Audacity of Wanting the Real Thing

Faking it is a lowering of standards—a subtle agreement to settle.

But what about the part of you who still wants the real thing?

She’s waiting. Behind the curtain. Behind the smiles, mental gymnastics, and the “I’m fine.”

And when you choose not to fake it — when you say “I want more, and I will not perform smallness to get there” — you invite the REAL orgasm of reality.

The one that can’t be forced.

The one that rocks you open.

The one that arrives because you didn’t pretend.