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For almost a year, my family and I have been living inside something I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Anonymous harassment is not just messages or online noise. It is psychological torture. It’s waking up every day not knowing if today is the day it escalates. It is constantly scanning your surroundings, second-guessing unfamiliar cars, new […]

Hi, loves — it’s me, Cupid.Yes, her.Wings fluffed, arrows ready, and absolutely here to help you glide through Valentine’s Week with charm, ease, and a little sparkle. I know this week can feel like a lot, so I’m dropping in with a few simple rules to keep things light, fun, and full of good energy.

People sometimes ask why I continue doing sex work. They usually expect a dramatic answer. Or a serious one. Or at the very least, a sexy one. The truth is much simpler. I really enjoy making people feel special. I like creating moments that feel a little outside of ordinary life. A space that feels cozy, intentional,

Men are rarely asked what they carry. They’re asked what they do, what they know, what they can handle. The weight itself goes largely unnoticed, but it’s there. It lives in posture. In tension that has become familiar. In the way control settles into the body and stays there. What men carry isn’t always emotional

Men don’t talk much about wanting to be desired. Not openly, anyway. The word itself feels risky. Too vulnerable. Too close to need. So instead, it gets disguised as confidence. As humor. As achievement. As competence. As being useful. But underneath all of that, there’s something quieter and much more human. Men want to be

The world feels increasingly sorted. Good or bad. Right or wrong. Everyone on edge, waiting for the moment they say the wrong thing and feel the consequences of it. So people brace themselves. They edit. They perform. They stay guarded. I see what happens when that pressure lifts. When people walk into my space, there’s

When people talk about sex work, they usually talk around it. They analyze it. They moralize it. They debate it in abstract terms that keep the actual people involved safely out of view. Especially the woman on the other side. She’s easier to flatten that way. It’s more comfortable to imagine her as a symbol

People love neat categories. Especially when it comes to men who see sex workers. It’s easier to picture a caricature than a human. Easier to assume something dark, desperate, or deviant than something… ordinary. But ordinary is exactly what surprises people the most. The men I spend time with are not outliers. They are not

We tend to treat the word temporary like an insult. As if something meaningful must also be permanent to count. If it doesn’t last forever, it must not have mattered much at all. Which is odd, when you think about it, because some of the most beautiful things in life are fleeting by design. A

I used to see the world through rose-colored glasses. Not because I was naïve, but because I chose to believe that people were, at their core, kind. That if given the choice, most people would do the right thing. That cruelty was the exception, not the rule. I didn’t think the world was perfect. I