By the time 2026 ends, I’ll have released 27 songs. All original. All written by me. All a reflection of my life. Every late night, every doubt, every win documented in songs. I’m just telling the truth as I live it. This isn’t just music. → It’s proof of discipline. → It’s proof of growth. → It’s proof that I didn’t quit on myself. This is my 2026 catalog so far… And I’m only getting started.

This guy, well, there are just no words. I love him, and am so deeply grateful to him for the second act of my creative life. Making music together has been such a joy, but the friendship is everything. Shooter Jennings defines what country music is today.

“I love being at home. My life is very simple. I reada lot of books. I watch a lot of films. I listen to a lot of music. I tend the garden. I cook with my family. Yeah, I'm boring.” — Cillian Murphy

I walked into a Berlin sex club for the first time nervous about what I was even going to do. Within an hour I was getting fisted in front of a crowd while two strangers held my legs wide open and a group of guys and girls touched me all over! Honestly, even writing that feels fucking crazy! I went into KitKat thinking we'd wear some latex, listen to techno and maybe have a little fun together somewhere dark and secluded. What actually happened ended up being one of the hottest and most intense experiences of my life... So... here's how it actually got to that point 🙈 It was my first time going to KitKat Club so I was a little nervous but also really excited to finally experience it. If you aren't familiar with KitKat, it's basically a kinky/sex-positive club in Berlin where people dress in fetish outfits, rave and can openly play and have sex around the club. I honestly wasn't planning on doing anything that crazy. For me it was mostly about finally getting to wear my latex out in a proper club, listening to techno and maybe doing some milder stuff if we were feeling it. Well... Apparently latex brings out the sluttiest side of me soooo obviously it got a little wilder than that 🙈 I swear the second I put the latex on, had a few drinks, danced for a bit and that initial nervousness disappeared, it was like a switch went off in my head. The music was amazing, the dancefloor was packed, everyone was dressed in kinky outfits and everywhere you looked people were dancing, kissing, playing or fucking. The whole vibe was just so fucking hot. While we were dancing Jax took my tits out and told me to take my panties off. Then he started touching and teasing me while we danced and I genuinely don't think I've ever felt that submissive and horny in public before. I'm dancing in the middle of this club with my tits and pussy out, feeling people looking at me while Jax is touching me everywhere except my pussy. Spreading my ass, playing with my asshole, grabbing my tits but whenever he did go near my pussy he'd just slowly tease it with his fingers then stop again 😩 I was SO fucking horny. I was literally begging him to touch my pussy and eventually he just grabbed my hand and started leading me through the crowded dancefloor. And this is where I started thinking "fuck, what is he actually about to do to me?" I'm following him through the club, tits and pussy still out, seeing guys looking at me as we walk past and all that attention was just making me feel even sluttier and more submissive. He took me upstairs to one of the play areas overlooking the dancefloor. There were beds, sofas and places to play, with quite a few people hanging around watching, kissing and doing their own thing. Jax found a spot, laid me down, spread my legs and immediately started sliding his fingers inside me one after another. After all the teasing and making me wait my pussy was completely soaked and so soft. It literally just wanted him to shove his whole hand in there right away 😩 Then with four fingers inside me he leaned over, kissed me and said "Are you gonna be a good girl for me?" That sentence gives me the most intense butterflies when I'm already feeling really submissive and the second he said it I knew exactly what was about to happen. The moment I said yes I felt the intense stretch and pressure of his whole fist pressing all the way into my pussy and my brain just instantly disappeared! I remember my eyes rolling back and trying to close them and Jax grabbing me by my latex collar and telling me: "Look around." So I did and suddenly realised pretty much everyone in that area was watching us. I'm lying there with my legs spread, his whole fist inside me, his hand around my collar and all these strangers are just stood or sat around watching us. Jax starts telling me what a good girl I am and how everyone can see what a good slut I'm being for him. I could barely even process it because the feeling of his fist twisting and stretching me was taking up basically my entire brain! Then he sat me up and told me to kiss him and the second I leaned forward to kiss him he started ramming his fist in and out of me really hard going way harder to the point I couldn't even concentrate enough to kiss properly. He just looked at me and said "I told you to kiss me." So I'm desperately trying to be a good girl and kiss him properly while barely being able to do anything except moan 😩 By this point a little crowd had started forming around us and that's when Jax looked at one of the guys watching and told him he could touch me. At this point I was like what the fuck is actually happening right now 🫠 I've got a complete stranger touching and kissing my tits while Jax is using me and telling me what a good slut I am. Then Jax tells me to touch the guy. So I do. No hesitation. I'm jerking this stranger dick while Jax is completely using my pussy and all these people are watching what he's doing. I felt like SUCH a slut and I fucking loved every second of it 😩 Not long after that Jax started inviting more people from the crowd to touch me. So now there's this group of guys and girls around me, hands all over my body, stroking my legs, grabbing and kissing my tits while Jax is still twisting his fist in my pussy. I somehow felt like a goddess being worshipped by everyone and a completely submissive little slut at exactly the same time. I can't really explain that feeling but it was fucking incredible. Then Jax sat me up and got two guys to sit either side of me and hold my legs wide open for him so my pussy was fully open and exposed to this group of strangers. This was the only time I wasn't getting fisted so it was probably the first moment the reality of what I was doing REALLY hit me. Bare in mind my pussy was really puffy and stretched from the hard fisting at this point and now I've got two strangers physically holding my legs open while this whole group of people are stood around looking at me, some of them jerking their dicks at my used exposed pussy! Then Jax starts teasing me again. He's asking "Are you a good girl?" Making me beg him to carry on. And every time I begged he'd tell me "Say it louder. Let everyone hear you." So I did 😩 At this point I didn't care about anything. I wanted it so badly I was practically shouting it in front of all these strangers. Then he kissed me, told me to look around at everyone watching me and for a few seconds I actually managed to take it all in. I made eye contact with all these people around me and had this overwhelming realisation of Holy fuck. I'm actually doing it. I'm actually living out one of those fantasies that has existed in my head but that I never genuinely thought I'd have the confidence to experience in real life. And right as I'm having that realisation, with these two strangers still holding my legs open, with no warning Jax just slams his whole fist deep into my pussy and my brain just completely melts again! I cant even explain the level of pleasure I was experiencing! I was moaning so loud, he's fisting me as hard as he can, all the way in and out so the crowd can see my open pussy. Im telling you this part from Jax’s recollection of what he told me btw because by this point my memory becomes a little less reliable 😂 All I really remember is the ridiculous amount of pleasure and this overwhelming feeling of just completely letting go. At one point he had the two guys still holding my legs open while he invited people to start touching me again. So I'm against this sofa with strangers holding me open, guys and girls stroking my legs and body, people grabbing and kissing my tits. I had a girl kissing my neck and teasing my nipples from the side. And OMG 🥵 That was basically my first proper girl-on-girl experience and I definitely want to explore more of that! Through all of it Jax was right in front of me making eye contact, smiling at me, telling me I'm his good girl and keeping me focused on him. Every time I started disappearing into my own head he'd tell me... "Look at me." "Don't close your eyes." Or tell me to look around at everyone watching me. I swear I've never been so turned on in my life. I genuinely felt like I could have taken anything in that moment and if Jax told me you're gonna get gang banged now I would have wanted to do it! There were obviously lines we weren't going to cross in that environment, so actual sex stayed between me and Jax but it made me want to do that kind of stuff even more! It was probably the most intense combination of feeling vulnerable, exposed, submissive and completely safe that I've ever experienced. And everyone around us was actually so respectful. Nobody grabbed me without permission. Jax chose who could touch me and they followed his lead, which made it even hotter. Also... one thing that I weirdly REALLY loved afterwards was realising that none of these people knew who I was. I'm obviously not pretending I'm some huge celebrity 😂 but all these random people who happened to be in that room, watching me and touching me, had absolutely no idea I was Thorri. To them I was literally just some random kinky girl in latex whose boyfriend had decided to completely show her off in front of everyone. They were just in the right place at the right time and got to be part of this insane experience with us. I found that so fucking hot. There was one guy Jax told me about afterwards who I don't even properly remember because I was too busy getting fisted! He was this young Asian guy, probably early 20s, quite nerdy looking and seemed a little shy. Jax told him he could touch me and apparently the guy looked like he couldn't believe what was happening 😂 He started really gently stroking my leg while watching everything, completely mesmerised. Then Jax told him he could touch my tits and apparently his face was just pure disbelief. When Jax told me about it afterwards I found that ridiculously hot. Just imagining that for this random guy, he might have walked into KitKat that night having absolutely no idea what was about to happen and suddenly he's involved in someone else's fantasy that probably feels like one of his own. There's actually loads more from that night but this has already turned into an essay and it's hard not to just ramble! so ill leave it at that. But I do want to say one thing because this is probably why the whole experience meant so much to me. I know a lot of you probably see what I post now and just assume I've always been this ridiculously sexual, confident girl. I really haven't. If you've followed me from the beginning, or you've read some of my older posts about what I was like before meeting Jax and opening up sexually, you'll know I used to be really shy and pretty sexually repressed. There are fantasies I wouldn't even have admitted out loud to myself a few years ago. So to go from that to walking through a packed Berlin club in latex with my tits and pussy out... to being held open in front of strangers while Jax uses my pussy... and actually being able to let myself enjoy every fucking second of it... I can't properly put into words what that feels like. Jax has helped me realise there isn't anything wrong with embracing that part of myself or enjoying my slutty fantasies. And apparently once that door opened I decided to sprint straight through it 😂 So yeah... A few years ago I wouldn't have even admitted to myself I wanted to experience something like that. Now I've actually lived it it's made me want even more 🙈 I'm definitely not done exploring that side of myself 🖤

【Announcement】 As this marks the end of our group activities, please bear with me for a slightly longer message. My heart raced as I dedicated myself entirely to this group for two and a half years, prioritising it above all else. I was thrilled to be able to tell people, "I'm an artist." I caused my family so much trouble, constantly leaving for practice. I was utterly absorbed. I never skipped a single day; I truly loved BLACK DIAMOND. However, I have decided to part ways here. No matter how sincerely one approaches things, sometimes one's attitude or manner of involvement can be perceived in unexpected ways. Precisely because I felt there was still more I could do, there were moments that made me reflect on how I should be. Within any environment or situation, everyone holds slightly different perspectives. Precisely because of this, I resolved to accept everything and let go. I cannot say much more at present, but I hope conclusions and outcomes will emerge in the future ahead. For me, words are important in the sense of lyrics; they can become someone's hope for living, or they can be something that breaks things. 　 The songs I wish to sing are songs that can liberate someone's suffering, songs that can appeal to the world's injustices. In this era, a woman who can clearly express her own will is my ideal, and the artist I aspire to be. I want to decide my own way of life and my own message. Dreaming is also about facing reality head-on. It was my fans, colleagues, friends, and family who made me realise this. To guide this one life towards the form of happiness I believe in, I resolved to move on to the next stage. The slightly expensive red suitcase I'd bought new for overseas travel remained there, brand new. It felt as though God had told me to pack my nearly twenty years of passion for music into that suitcase and set off down a different path. To all the fans who came with such fervent passion, To my family who supported me, To my friends who cheered me on, To all the kind-hearted professionals who stood by me, To the members and teachers who shared the stage with me, honing our skills together – Each and every one of you was my most precious treasure. Thank you so very much. I would be delighted if you could support my new endeavours too.

Music helped open my narrow perspective on life & turned my world into 3D color. It changed my life & it’s important for me to pay that forward, which is what I’m doing with my Firework Foundation + Camp Firework, but barely 1 in 5 CA schools has a music/arts program.

Music has always been an important part of my life, and I think it’s safe to say that the same is true for @Springsteen. In this episode, we talked about the songs that’ve made a difference for us—and Bruce even brought out the guitar. Listen on @Spotify: 

When @Aaron_Dessner came into my life, I was ushered into his world of free-flowing creativity where you don’t overthink, you just make music. A song we wrote for his project @BRMadjv (which also features ⚡️Justin Vernon✨) is out! It’s called Renegade.

At my gym, the workouts have names. "Today is Fran," the coach said. I did not ask who Fran was. A samurai does not ask. Fran takes about nine minutes. Fran is thrusters and pull-ups, which is a polite way of saying Fran does not believe you need a spine. Then I met Helen. Helen makes you run, swing a kettlebell, do pull-ups, then run again. Three times. Helen is patient. That is the worst kind. Grace is thirty barbell lifts and nothing else. Grace is quick. Grace does not explain. Annie is a jump rope. I thought, a jump rope. Children use these. Annie took my calves and did not give them back. Diane is deadlifts and handstand push-ups. Diane turned me upside down and left me there to think about my life. My private theory: these are the coach's former girlfriends. He has known many women. All of them hurt him. Now he hires them to hurt us. Then one day, the board said MURPH. A man. I revised my theory. Not lovers. Enemies. The coach has been keeping a list. That day there was no music. I assumed the speaker was broken. Some people wore weighted vests. To make it harder. Voluntarily. I began to respect the coach's taste in enemies. Murph is this: run one mile. Then 100 pull-ups, 200 push-ups, 300 squats. Then run one more mile. This is not exercise. This is a grudge. At pull-up 60, I began to negotiate with Murph. At push-up 150, I apologized to him. Somewhere in the squats I stopped counting and started praying. These are different activities. They were using the same voice. By the final mile I considered him a worthy rival. I did not know him. But he would know me. I finished. I lay on the floor. I had beaten Murph. Then I saw everyone gathered at the wall. A photo. A young man in uniform, grinning like the camera had just said something funny. Lieutenant Michael P. Murphy. United States Navy SEAL. Killed in Afghanistan, 2005. He was twenty-nine. This was his favorite workout. He called it Body Armor. Every Memorial Day, gyms around the world do it. The vests are twenty pounds. That is what the armor weighed. That is why there was no music. I bowed to the photo. Deeply. In a gym, this looks strange. I did not care. I did not beat Murph. He has been gone twenty-one years and he is still undefeated. Next Memorial Day, I will wear the vest.