Maybe, even though everything, and everyone I will ever love, will be taken from me in some form. Maybe even though I cannot escape grief, and pain, and loss, even if i could somehow do everything perfectly. Maybe… It’s perfect that way. Maybe all my endless trying to save myself, is never gonna work. Maybe…

In this world we live in, we are embedded so deeply into certain systems of perception. Especially in regards to power. We think if someone is famous, it is reflective of there value, there power, there wisdom, there intelligence, or there talent. That the more famous, or viral, someone is, the more power and value…

Love is not understanding why something makes someone feel good And doing it for them anyways Love is not agreeing with the way someone lives, that brings them joy And letting them anyways Love is fear cascading through every fiber of your being And stepping forward anyways Love is a free-thinker, and will never be…

Speaking on what guided me through my journey in mainstream porn and sex work: Guilt and shame suffocate the soul, eradicate the heart, and create an excess of the very things one is trying to erase. The more you push away your dark corners, the more they envelop you. You do not get to dominate…

When I first started singing, I did it in nature, in trees, as a little girl. I wouldn’t think really hard about what to say, I wasn’t trying to impress anyone, I just opened my mouth and let it out. This is where who I am as a singer today, was born. Improv Artist. As…

Alright, weighty title I know. But its necessary. The main focus of this post is going to be centered around how authoritarian control techniques are the basis for our definition and navigation of power, and are prevalent in nearly every community, social structure, and groups we have access to. Whether that be a friend group,…

And the day the love runs out, is the day I die. I’ve carved, and I’ve cut my chest with a knife I’ve bled, I’ve given it all my fight No-one can say I haven’t tried But if I can’t love… I don’t want to be alive. I can’t grow up, I can’t let go…

I will love you till I take my last breath. And then I will still love you, with whatever is left. I love you even though this new body of yours, I’ve never met. I love you with the might of an organ donor. Giving you everything, blood as honor. I love you, because it…

Though you cannot see me  I still dance  Though you cannot hear me  I still give you romance  Though you cannot feel me  I still am your friend  Though you cannot know me  I still understand  Though you cannot hold me  I still come again and again  Though you cannot comprehend  I still hold your…

I wonder if the visionaries who came before me, those that of there time and during there life, were mocked, belittled, condescended to, underestimated, called crazy, I wonder if they realized, that decades after they left this earth, humanity would wake up and see there brilliance. I wonder if they knew while they stood alone,…

on my cold hardwood floors, in front of my alter. I laid in the fetal position. Gripping my raggedy yellow blanket, my one constant and consistent non-abusive, truly understanding source of love I’ve had in this life. my true family in a blanket that was once yellow, and once devoid of holes. Now filled with…

My final adult film I starred in. It’s called “Into The Void”.’ (you can find it on lucidflix.com) I was lucky enough to be allowed and encouraged by the director and videographer, to embody my channeling work. So I held the WIDELY misunderstood, misrepresented and demonized diety, “Lilith” in my body for the beginning parts,…

start by letting go of looking perfect while you have sex. anyone that’s actually in porn, hates those girls. do you know what its like interacting with someone who’s first and full focus is how on they look, not the performance itself? it’s sometimes honestly like fucking and kissing a dead fish. Let GO of…

I think so often we are obsessed with knowing. What is it? Is it this or that? Endless figuring. Maybe its all of it, taking turns that make absolutely no sense. Maybe it would feel so much better sometimes, to be carried. Maybe that’s what we long for It’s all of it Its black and…

I once loved a monster. He trimmed his teeth so I could not see but I always did I would pretend I saw nothing as he hid I wanted him to feel like he could relax dont ask me why I dont know that I saw something in him, I knew it was in me…