Blog: She Worked Hard For The Money

Before I upload this year's Christmas photoshoot, I want you to be the first to hear some very important news.

After five years, I have made the decision to bring my Patreon performances to an end. It's for similar reasons to those discussed on Instagram yesterday (ie: reducing my workload), but also because my circumstances today are a lot different compared to 2018. The monthly obligation is now an impractical aspect of my current lifestyle and I would rather finish on a high than end up resenting the process of creating premium content.

I originally started Patreon because I was in a male and (more importantly) idiot-dominated world, where people thought that I was fair game for a bit of leg-spreading just because I was busty, dressed nicely and could generally be found with my arm around millionaire snooker world champions. It didn't matter that Gareth was there doing exactly the same thing (minus the boobies), in the eyes of that community, my joie de vivre and carpe diem attitude were misconstrued as naivety and sluttiness. A suspicious airhead groupie. Ever the entrepreneur, I saw an opportunity to turn the tables and make a bit of coin. After all, there's nothing to lose when people already think you're a whore.

Of course, that kind of person was unwilling to put their money in place of their mouth, but still success followed. It wasn't a total surprise, having amassed a bit of a cult following on "Sex Twitter" previously, but I soon had a loyal fanbase of "patrons" who were willing to pay for nothing more than some implied nudity, a flash of tit and some erotic blogging. Win-win. There are women out there showing far more for much less, but I put a number on my self-worth, set limits on what I would do (yes to tits, no to "show your vagina" 🤢or videos of Gareth "blasting me in the face") and I like to think I did it well. Over a few years, this exaggerated version of my sexuality and monetisation of my body played a small part in getting us home and I am forever grateful to those subscribers, some of whom I've met in real life and they have always treated me like a celebrity, and with utmost respect. I hope that I have always reciprocated.

On Patreon, as on Instagram, there has always been a tendency for people to misunderstand me. I can spot the ones likely to use the classic "follow, DM for sex, subscribe, DM for sex, unfollow" method from a mile off, but I have never produced this content in the hope of getting laid. While it's nice to be fancied and have a little flirt where appropriate, I am devoted to Gareth and it's never going to lead to anything more.

My humour also goes over a lot of heads and does not generally translate internationally. My jokes, artistic license and obscure references get taken seriously, whilst my seriousness gets taken as a joke. I also think that some people get the impression that Gareth is some kind of cuckold or pimping me out, when in reality (as anyone who has ever met him in real life will testify), he's not the silent, "death stare" Statham-alike that comes across in our photos, but actually laid back, friendly and generally amused by my small-time "porn empire." He reminds me a lot of my cat Ginger, who would allow me to dress him up like a baby and put him in a pram but was at all times a big boy, comfortable with his masculinity. For the record, I have never done this to my husband, nor has he requested it.

As with Instagram, Gareth has taken every Patreon photo fabulously and provided a male perspective so that the content hits just right ("tell them that you sucked me off afterwards" became a catchphrase during our post-photoshoot tea and biscuit sessions). Together we have created an impressive back catalogue of work, some winning hashtags and had lots of laughs along the way (and, on occasion, I really did suck him off afterwards). He has always described his role in Prawn Cufflinks as "standing back and letting (me) shine" but in many ways, your (ahem) "tributes" are as much a compliment for his work and photography talent as they are for my magnificent melons. Although I am the face and voice, all of our content has always been a joint effort and now is the time to give him that recognition.

Being open about sex has been an interesting business, especially on an Instagram account which has never been predominantly sexual. I have lost followers for being too sexy (now I know how Right Said Fred felt), then lost even more for not being sexy enough. Oh, and people really don't like it when you have naturally high self esteem, they can't help but try to bring you down. ("Too many selfies, love" started a running joke where I appeared in every single grid photo for years, whether my presence was required or not, which has only recently come to an end). But through it all, I'm lucky enough to have collected a small but loyal following of people - male and female - who seem genuinely interested in what I say and do, liking me whether my clothes are on or off and, although I've never met the majority of you in person, I think of you as friends and would happily piss on any one of you in the event of a jellyfish sting. (Of the ones I have met, we've shared some great times, and some of them even let me near their husbands now).

So, that brings an end to the premium sexual content, but I'll still be posting photos on Instagram and sometimes I'll be dressed up, showing a bit of boobage (can't really help it) and looking (even if I do say so myself) shexy. The one woman show that plays nightly in my head will go on. I could write a book about my experience as an "adult star" (give me a publishing deal and I will!), but if there's one thing I have learnt, it's that the most unexpected things will cause unsolicited arousal. To this day, my most popular post is a photo of me in a tight, plain T-shirt standing outside Chester Cathedral, with Ave and Maria both visible through the fabric. Didn't earn a penny for that, but I drowned in water droplet emojis. If I had a pound etc. etc. But I can assure you that there will be plenty more of that in the future. Especially in the warmer months.

I hope that you have found something to enjoy on my Patreon over the past half decade. Personally, my favourites were the ones that fell flat on their arse, the concept pieces that failed to connect: Alice In Wonderland (aka. Louise In Snookerland), Little Red Riding Hood ("I'm not a pedo!" commented one person, to which I replied, "I'm 39, daddy!"), The Wedding List and Jill Valentine. But every single one of them was enjoyable in their own way and whilst my Patreon persona was indeed an act (GCSE Drama, baby!), it was always based on my genuine personality and taste, which people say is exactly as I come across on Instagram (and I'm pretty sure that's a compliment).

Thank you once again for any support you have given over the years, whether financial or emotional. I truly appreciate it and never, ever took it for granted. But the time has come to draw a line and move on. Instagram will now be the only place where I post picture content, but you can still access my back catalogue on Patreon for the time being. However, if you ever see my adult stuff being offered somewhere it shouldn't be, or somebody pretending to be me, feel free to take appropriate action. If in doubt, contact me on Instagram. I would hate for anybody to take advantage of the situation. Apart from that, your Big Titty Welsh Girl is triumphantly signing off, with lots of love and no regrets.

*Mic drop*