不是教堂,也不是又一个约会 App。而是一个允许欲望存在、爱被珍重、每一具身体都被尊重的地方。
It began with a conversation at two in the morning. Someone spoke a thing they had never said out loud — about love, about desire, about the questions no one dares ask. When they finished, there was no judgment in the room. Only a candle, flickering. That night we understood: everyone needs a room like that.
So we built MyLoveHaus. It lives somewhere between a dating community, an anonymous confessional, a midnight philosophy salon and a place to grow — meet someone real in the Great Hall, whisper your secrets to the Keeper in the Confession Room, or simply sit in the warm dark and listen to other people’s stories.
“Desire is allowed here. Love is honored here. There is no shame in this house, and no judgment.”
The founder and fire-tender of MyLoveHaus. The Keeper answers every letter, hosts the circles, upholds the Codex, and clears any fire that burns where it shouldn’t. Every word spoken in the Confession Room is guarded personally.
Anything without consent, and anything involving minors: zero tolerance — removed on sight, banned for good.