OnlyFans, shelter, & disappointment... (still writing)

I wasn’t that shocked to hear that OnlyFans would no longer allow sexually explicit content starting in October of this year at my friend’s birthday party last weekend.  Caught off guard, yes, but shocked, no.

The company has made millions off of sex workers, and mostly off of women’s bodies to now toss us out like a narcissist does to their victims.

I am glad that I made the decision to pursue a different career.  Is it a shit job that pays an unlivable wage?  Yes, and yes.  However, after being a sex worker for the past six years and never gaining traction as a performer, or as an escort, I am happy that I am doing a job that is in service of animals.  And the greatest part of being a sex worker that I despise is having to participate in social media.

Before I moved to Vegas, my best friend told me I had to get on Twitter.  I could drive traffic from my Twitter profile to my cam room.  And that is what I pretty much used it for until I officially became a performer.

My second agent told me I had to start following and interacting with more people.  I was hesitant to do this, but knew that this is what marketing now looked like.

It is a great tool to communicate with people from all areas across the globe, but social media has become a disgusting, annoying addiction to 5-10% of Americans, according to estimates by psychologists.

People are anonymously assholes to others on social media.  It’s a powerful tool used by the “Woke” crowd to shut down an individual that said something in ’92, not “politically correct” in the 21st century.  And for conspiracy theories to wreak havoc and destroy our social bonds.

And usually posting with incorrect grammar because we do not have the attention spans to proofread, or read something longer than 280 characters.  Or even to simply take a few moments to learn homonyms.

Haters whined that I needed to get a “real job” when I was just a sex worker, and they simply just hate the fact that women can make money using their bodies.  They have no idea the time it takes it presenting oneself for public view, the time we put in to marketing, performing, and engaging with our fans.  It is mentally draining, and having to use social media as a tool to gain more of a following, is also very draining.

For someone who has consistently been overlooked in the sex industry, I am glad in hindsight that I never had thousands of fans.  The most amount of people who were willing to pay $5 to see my gorgeous face and body were 340.  And that only happened once in early spring of 2020.  But usually the number of fans per month averaged at 220, and later falling to 200, and since I started working at the animal shelter, is at around 180.

It has been aggravating to see thousands, even millions of people flock to others that I know I’m smarter than, and more importantly, that I know I’ve worked harder than.

Just look at how fantastic my body is at age, 36, and the approximate 3,000 plus hours I’ve put into training.  All while I was told, “You’re manly looking.”  Oh, sorry, it was more often, “U R looking like a man.”

Even now I am getting comments such as, “You look good now.  Not as bulky.”

Again, social media is the perfect tool for anonymous pussies to say shit they would never have the balls to say to someone’s face.

If the haters on social media had any interest in science, or not being a fat asshole to women they’ve never met, perhaps they might understand that it takes a lot of time and effort for some people to look as fucking good as I do now.

Some studies estimate that genetics make up 80% of your body type.  And according to the sequencing they test on 23 and Me, I have an average body type, which sounds right since I’ve always fallen within the “normal” parameters of the BMI scale until recently.

Some people are naturally leaner, others are bulkier.  I have to drastically reduce the number of calories I consume, weightlift less, and melt in the Vegas heat for hours, four times a week, to look the way I do now.  But I had to spend thousands of hours to develop my muscles, and before I even started working the shelter, I was already putting in the long hours I knew I needed to do to lean out.

A few of you may recall how many miles I was starting to accumulate on the Assault Runner last fall.  And I also added Pilates to my routine in mid-August last year, which also contributed.