







i think a lot about how I wasnt raised with a good, solid father figure in my home, and how that has in part created how i relate to the world in ways that definitely do not serve me. there seem to be universal truths about us ladies who are comfortable taking our clothes off for strangers in the varying degrees we do.
I used to get sad and like forlorn about it, maybe a bit of shame too, but now i spend more time being curious about how I can connect to others and build myself up with those traits-- like making my smut, for example. two highly erotic poems and photos that show my artistry while also scratching the itch of LOOKATME LOOKATME TELLMEI'MPRETTY TELLMEI'MGOOD. But also I sell them, cause making money actually turns me on, so it's a win win win ahahaha
trying to come up with the perfect flows of creation and financial support. I admire those with steady income because there's a peace in that I imagine to be veryyyy relaxing