Thank you to all of those who filled out my performance review.
Unanimously the feedback was:
- Longer Videos
- Higher Monthly $/No PPVs
- Custom Requests
I appreciate your patience as I have established and refined this experiment in shedding shame.
Your requests have been heard and I agree - this is what needs to change in this space.
1. Starting March 1st, the monthly cost will be $19
2. ALL content will be shared on the timeline:
- Daily naked fuckery + a silly/sexy/sadistic true story
- Fucking videos, gifs & photos minimum 3x week
- A full scene every month
- continued cat content
+ Sundays will always be bumdays
3. There will be NO PPV. The only up-charge will be if you would like to request custom content or communication. Both of which I am now open to entertaining. If you see content shared on the timeline that you previously purchased as a PPV, you are entitled to a no-cost custom. Message me and your order will be fulfilled.
4. Further fuckery such as consistent slut study sessions, naked yoga & shibari, attempted stripping and higher scene frequency are in development for phase 3. If you'd like to make requests and suggestions for how else to push my boundaries, I am always open to feedback. Your desires will guide the growth of this platform.
The only chance you have at getting what you want is asking for it.
I only bite consensually.
How does that sound?
I don't know if this will ever happen again.
And that makes me sad.
Creating with sex positive photographers was one of my favourite outlets and it's been so long since that version of reality existed.
Teeny Tiny Taylor Tip: Be Messy
Don't think about it too much.
You don't when you're just living.
Thought shows on your face.
Breathe and move with your breath and the organic energy that exists in you will naturally start to come out and be able to be captured either by your partner, your camera or both.
Let go. It shows.
This one time at an orgy I did a candy flip and felt amazing so my friend beat me with a paddle in the middle of a room of naked strangers just after the cops left.
I didn’t know she hit me with the spike side until I saw the bl00d..
Heal time: 4 months.
My journey to calling myself queer has been incredibly privileged.
I’ve never had the safety of my shelter threatened by those I live with.
I’ve never had my family give me ultimatums or impossible asks.
I’ve never been on the receiving end of any sort of small minded phobia.
I had a red carpet rolled out (basically by @thenonbinarydom) and waiting for me because being a cis white woman, I’d get apploded for breathing if I found the right cult to do so.
But that didn’t make the internal battle any easier because that landscape is faced alone.
It took me almost 30 years to begin to embody being queer as something more than a s3xual appetite.
Not because I am ashamed, but because I am inexperienced.
I have a dating history dominated by d|ck.
I wanted to be over the intensity of inexperience anxiety by reading books and talking about feelings and going to therapy.
And that helped…but that didn’t give me tools or skills.
Practice does.
Awkward, uncomfortable, repetitive practice.
Doing something over and over and over until the anxiety wears off
enjoyment takes over
and flow begins to form
The hardest things to do are the ones most worth doing.
But I’m finally here.
I’m definitely queer.
And full of all sorts of fear.
But I know what I want and I refuse to be the reason I don’t get it.
