I didn’t start doing cam work in my 20s. Or 30s. Or even my 40s. I waited until I was 55 — because that’s when I truly stopped giving a f*ck.

This body? Deeply loved, undeniably gorgeous. This voice? Sultry, soft, and sassy. This attitude? Gloriously untamed. Men without vision will tell you there’s a shelf life on being sexy. They’re living in perpetual poverty.

I’m an erstwhile cam model, yes. I do it for the glam, the stories, and the seduction. With a doctorate, corporate ptsd, and a drawer full of lace. I found the cam world a refuge from the daily grind. I light candles and broadcast poetry. I flirt in whispers and dance like I mean it, because I do. If I’m not flirting with you, I probably don’t like you very much. That’s okay. Nobody has to like everybody.

In this blog, I talk about what it’s like to start this work late, on my own terms, and with zero regrets. I’ll talk gear, giggles, boundaries, best days and bad days. I’ll also talk about the joy of entertaining others with your true, authentic self.

The truth is, I didn’t lose anything by aging. I gained everything I needed: confidence, curiosity, and complete control over my own domain.

This is your invitation in. Leave your assumptions at the door.