Where Does Our Erotic Art Belong?

Complaints about the internet and your poor tastes.

In many ways, I made this feed to kind of bottleneck the Sad Boys who do, indeed, recognize that Sex Work is Work, and, that Sex Workers are really magnificent performance artists.

What you see online is maybe 4% of who your favorite (Courtesan, Dominatrix, FSSW, Cam Model, PSO, etc.) is. To be blunt: You are a fucking idiot if you haven’t pieced together that you interact with the illusion that you are getting our full radiance.

FOR EXAMPLE:

I make erotic art, often. You don’t see it, because you are a schmuck on the internet, on a (necessarily) shitty platform, pretending that you are some connoisseur of our craft.

I have a, shall we say, extensive body of erotic audio. I understand that I can sell it as a downloadable file for some flat fee and let you all jerk-off about it. Regrettably, I fuss around with every project I really enjoy, and somehow, almost every time, end up with a very refined result that blurs the lines between art and pornography. To be clear, this is an achievement and my goal, but the venue changes from “Clips4Sale” to “Gallery Exhibition” - and you are left in the lurch, without help.

Much of this is because of YOU. You do not listen to us about platforms, the intricacy of our work, the barriers to smooth financial transactions, and indeed how all these things affect your personal rights and liberties, because none of you are concerned with our community, or indeed your own. It is infuriating when you engage with us like you have any comprehensive knowledge about our shared reality. You show up for the fantasy that we are not workers, not artists, and not part of every voting line and early warning sign about our literal failed state, that you’ve ever needed. It is profoundly ignorant and self-defeating of you. And it means you have corralled yourself into a client experience that has a cap. You limit yourselves by not valuing the liberation of your own sexuality, your own fantasies, and our collective right to engage with each other in self-directed ways.

So where does my art go? Where do I put what I know to be something you want, desperately, but is too good for you in these platform hellscapes we keep telling you is not the best way to experience our glory?

I have been building a universe in the background for the past couple years. It is recreation, for me, but perhaps an obsession for you. I am willing to share it.

I am going to release it here, behind a paywall, where we can explore a new way for you to experience this universe. It is where I play. It is where you will want to play.

Worst case, you die of madness and longing under my boot. Best case, you infuse your life with something authentic and incredible, and I devour you.

Come and explore hallucinatory romance with me.