Freshwound

I have quite a high tolerance for precarious living and my nudity is too philosophical for me to put out for sale. My nudity is artistic, disgusting, soft, strange, beautiful, vulnerable, pained, sometimes sexual, sometimes mundane. Always completely natural. My naked body is more than me. My naked body is an energetic history of humanity. An energetic history of sex and violence and love and shame. It is very difficult for me to act insincerely and selling pictures and videos of my naked body online in a solely sexual context would feel insincere to me.

My nudity is free in a way that costs much more than money. I thrive on romantic attention. Purely sexual attention is less stimulating to me. Total devotion is at the heart of even the darkest of my fantasies. I am never detached. I tend to cling to things. I do have an exhibitionist streak but I am too selfish to sell it. I don’t want to ruin it. I have trouble compartmentalizing my life. I like showing my body for free, for love, for art. My sensuality is an emotional thing. If anything, I would do much better with a sugar daddy than an only fans. I can fall in love with anybody for a little while.

But in the end, I prefer not to attach too much value to money anyway. I run on instincts and visions. I am drawn to pushing my limits. I have a sense that I am wealthy no matter what I actually have, and what I actually have tends to fluctuate drastically. I find that my faith in the goodness of life brings rewards, brings me exactly what I need. I certainly have a lucky streak. I make my money through artistic pursuits and that includes the most artistic pursuit of all— falling in love. There is an intensity about me. My charm runs deep.