Just A Quick Lil’ Lore Drop 💋

Y’all do know I be showing nips and lips on the innanet, right? At least, I used to. And will again, at some point, I’m sure, which is part of why I have a permanent discount code for my energy work available only to fellow profesh slutties.

ANYWAY, here's a quick rundown of how I showed a man my bootyhole and it eventually led to my first big spiritual awakening as an adult. Enjoy! 🤭

So, like I said before, I used to be a cam girl. I would log on to the site I was using at the time, turn my webcam on, and get paid. The way it was set up was free chat, which was just that -- a chat room where people could log on and see me for free. This is where I would chill until someone wanted to go private, which is when I got paid.

I never showed anything in free chat because, again, it was free. Fuck I look like?

Maybe I would flash a tit or something if they tipped me, but that's about it. The next tier was premium chat, which was paid, but others could join in and pay as well. So at any given time there was the potential for multiple people to be watching me at once.

The final tier was exclusive chat, and this was my favorite one, because it was one-on-one. Exclusive chat was the only tier where I would show whatever and do things that I wouldn't do in premium chat (within reason, of course).

Bootyhole Man logged on one night, he went private immediately, paying my exclusive rate of $7 a minute, and all he wanted was to see my bootyhole. That's it. He asked very politely, so of course I obliged.

I turned around, leaned forward, and spread the cheeks. He calmly but happily stated that I had the cutest butthole he'd ever seen, then for 20 straight minutes, he just complimented it. That was it. No weird requests. Just pure, unfiltered admiration for my (apparently) very cute butthole.

I have no idea what's cute about a bootyhole, but he liked it enough to pay me $7/minute for it, so I loved it. Once he was finished showering my dewk chute in compliments, he left the sesh, rated me five stars, then threw a nice lil' tip on top of whatever he'd already paid to sit in exclusive chat with me.

I liked him. Bootyhole Man was a class act. The problem was that fewer and fewer of the men who logged on to see me were like him, and as a result I started to hate men in real life.

Even ones who weren't necessarily deserving of it. When I saw men, any men, I saw the creeps who logged on for the sole purpose of trying to degrade and demean sex workers. All while doing it with a tightened outie belly button of a dick, I might add.

ANYWAY, in the midst of my warring emotions, tryna decide whether to keep camming and hating men in real life or take a break and work on healing and emotional regulation, I went to a drum circle with my roommates at the time.

I've always been a tree-hugging ass flower child, regardless of any and everything else, so this was right up my alley! It was at this drum circle that I met two energy healers -- one did pranic healing, one did reiki. I got sessions from both, but I vibed with the reiki healer the most.

I went home, having felt nothing. Figured the whole thing was fake, but I wasn't mad because it was still fun, and I'll try nearly anything at least twice.

Hours later, though, in the middle of the night, my chest cracked open. Or at least, that’s what it felt like. My ribs felt like they were breaking, my heart felt like it was being sliced apart. I panicked like a mf. I thought I was dying! I just KNEW I was having a heart attack.

There was no physical pain, though. Only pressure. A whole helluva lot of it, but still. It made me remember the reiki, and instead of continuing to fight it, I surrendered.

That was the moment my whole life changed.

When I tell you I was OBSESSED? I learned everything I could about reiki, then got certified, and spent years working on myself and eventually others with it. Over time, though, I continued to evolve and grow in my spiritual practice until I ended up unintentionally developing my own method of energy work, and it's what I use to help my clients today.

So when I'm yapping on and on about Soulplay and my other offers, it's because I know what the fuck I'm talking about, and I know what I'm doing.

Pleasure used to be my paycheck, and now it's my entire way of life. You think I can't show you how to tap into your sensuality and use that to heal when I had niggas PAYING ME just to tell me how cute my bootyhole is?? You think I don't know pain when I laid in my bed SCREAMING as my heart chakra opened back up after **years** of being as good as dead?

I does this, baby! Your root chakra is right by your bootyhole, by the way. I can clear that out for you in a Goddess's Renewal sesh. 🤭