I was bullied by straight men for being gay—and later, those same men tried to sleep with me. For years, I craved the masculinity that once made me feel unsafe. This post isn’t just about attraction—it’s about shame, power, curiosity, and learning to want more than being someone’s secret.

I didn’t start dancing in a studio—I started under a bridge, teaching myself how to move through feeling. After years in the industry, I’ve learned it’s not just about technique or training—it’s about identity, energy, and knowing who you are. This post is for every dancer trying to find their place. Let me tell you what the classes don’t.

People started talking about my body long before I understood it myself. What began as teasing turned into attention, then into income—and eventually, into something I had to heal from. This post isn’t about size. It’s about identity, intimacy, and learning that your worth will never be measured in inches.

I used to cover my mouth every time I laughed. Growing up, I couldn’t afford braces, and my teeth became the first thing I learned to hide. But over time—and with a little healing—I discovered something deeper. This isn’t a story about Invisalign. It’s about learning to smile from within, even when the world taught you to hide it.

I didn’t start OnlyFans for clout—I started it to take control of how the world was already seeing me. What began as a bold move turned into a full-blown journey through sex, self-worth, and survival. This post isn’t about glamorizing the platform—it’s about telling the truth. If you’ve ever thought about doing it, you need to read this first.

I grew up surrounded by violence—at home, at school, and deep inside myself. But it wasn’t until one conversation in 2023 that everything shifted. This is the story of how boxing helped me find peace, how I turned rage into discipline, and how a man named Matthew Pardo quite literally saved my life. If you’ve ever felt like you’re one moment away from losing control… this one’s for you.

I didn’t start training to look good. I started because I needed to feel something—strength, control, progress. From a broken-down garage to a full-circle moment working at a gym, this is the story of how fitness helped me reclaim my body and rebuild my self-worth. If you’ve ever felt uncomfortable in your own skin, this one’s for you.

I didn’t grow up with a label—I grew up with confusion, secrets, and feelings I didn’t know how to name. My bisexuality wasn’t something I announced. It was something I survived. From being bullied in high school to secretly hooking up with boys who would mock me in public, I had to figure out who I was without a safe space to do it. This is the story of how I made peace with both sides of me—and why I’ll never shrink myself again.

I didn’t grow up with safety. I didn’t grow up with structure. I grew up with noise, fear, and the kind of loneliness that ages you before your time. But through it all, I found something to hold onto — movement, passion, and a fire that never let me quit. This is the truth of where I come from. And if you’ve ever felt unseen, unheard, or unwanted… this one’s for you.

I remember being just nine years old, sitting in front of the TV while chaos swirled around me. My parents were arguing, the room was thick with cigarette smoke, and I was going through some of the darkest moments of my childhood. Yet, in that moment, I saw dancers on MTV, and something clicked. I told myself, "One day, that's going to be me."