Can I be honest with you?
Don't forget, I'm also just a woman, sitting in front of a keyboard, hoping to charm you. Oh, and I'm visiting Chicago & Minneapolis!
In the spirit of honesty, I don’t love social media. When I entered into the demimonde a decade ago, I did so under the auspice that I’d spend most of my time making intimate connections, in person, with people deeply attracted to me, laughing over dinner and cultivating real connections. I don’t want to spend hours scheduling post and tracking KPIs, I want to spend it with you, in the flesh. But the truth is that the industry has taken a turn and more than ever we’re expected to be influencers, reviewing products, featuring clothes, consuming, influencing you into consumption. The only thing I hope to influence is your sense of adventure, your understanding of friendship, your longing to be seen and understood, the way your heart jumps into your throat when I meet you at the door. I don’t want to convince you to purchase a product, I want to convince you to explore your perversions, to feel the vastness of your emotions, to devote yourself to me. And yet I maintain a social media presence, not because I want to be an influencer, but because I care about maintaining our connection across time zones and country codes. I hope you can feel the warmth I have for you and all your eccentricities despite the glass screens and keyboards that stand between us.
Unfortunately, social media platforms do not care about our connection or our authenticity. All platforms have become increasingly conservative about the material that’s allowed and their terms of service contracts are longer than a CVS receipt. The ban hammer falls heavy on the accounts of anyone having fun, including myself.
About a month ago I lost yet another Instagram account, my fourth one in 10 years. It hurt to lose my material, to watch my hard work disappear, but the most painful aspect was losing connections to so many of you and to so many of my fellow sexy workers. I had that account for nearly 3 years and built a following of 13,000+ fans and friends and it hurts because the reason for my deletion was that I am now just too hot for the internet. I’m too scantily clad, too sexual, too brazen, too bold. But I refuse to shrink myself in any way and so I’m asking you to find me on all the accounts that I’m still holding on to - let’s connect despite their efforts:
Instagram (Though, I’ve lost a lot of interest in spending time on this one.)
X/Twitter (Posting regularly and demurely.)
BlueSky (We’ll see how it goes.)
Fetlife (Hoping for less censorship here.)
My Blog (It’s collecting cobwebs right now, but I plan to dust it off very soon.)
OnlyFans (Direct, regular communication with me and some of my more provocative content. However, the TOS is abysmal. A lot of my fetish content is not allowed and you can not message me about in person dates, or else.)
Luckily, Substack seems to be holding down the fort on engaging, long form content, takes me back to my LiveJournal days and as such I intend to be here more regularly.
Interested in connecting in person, or as I like to call it - meat space?
I’ll be visiting Minneapolis November 6-8 with fellow good time girl Lilith Golde. Then I’ll be in Chicago November 10-12 and available with, Lilith,
, and . I’ll be eager to stave off the Midwestern chill so let’s get that blood pumping and pooling in all the right places.
Stay tuned as this space begins to transform…
xo, Alexa