Why won’t I accept your friend request?
Social media is funny. People assume it’s open access - like if I exist online, I’m automatically available to anyone who clicks “follow.” But that’s not how I operate.
Most of the requests I get are from fake profiles. No name, no face, nothing to verif...
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Why do you blur your face?
There’s a question I get often, and it’s usually wrapped in curiosity… sometimes even suspicion.
“Why do you blur your face?”
The answer is simple, but layered.
Privacy. For both you and I.
I live a full life outside of this world. I attend university. I operate within professional envir...
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Why I bake for the people I care about
There is something about baking that I have never been able to explain to people who don't do it, which is that it is not about the food.
I mean, it is also about the food... I am French. If the food is bad, nothing else matters and the evening becomes a critique review. But the reason I bake, th...
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On gifts, and what they mean to me
I received beautiful piece of clothing this morning from a client who remembered, without me having mentioned it in weeks, that I had said, in passing, that I was trying to refresh my winter wardrobe for something elegant.
The top arrived wrapped this beautiful box with a note that said only: ha...
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A Day in Silk & Secrets
There’s something about the quiet moments before the world begins… the soft light through the curtains, the anticipation lingering in the air. I wake slowly, stretching into the day, already smiling at the thought of who I might meet, what stories will unfold.
Every booking is different — that’s...
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Why I became an escort
I recently gave up my day job (field technician installing and maintaining sensors that basically count people - mostly in the retail industry) because it was really pissing me off. Not the job itself, but the company I worked for. Inefficient as hell.
So I decided to work for myself doing somet...
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A Quiet Afternoon Indulgence
A Quiet Afternoon Indulgence
There’s a certain kind of man who prefers the day.
He doesn’t rush. He knows exactly what he wants and he takes his time with it.
I’ve always found those encounters to be the most memorable.
A morning message. A discreet arrival. The soft click of the door cl...
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Visiting Stradbroke island
This weekend I visited Stradbroke island. The water was so blue and peaceful. It felt very relaxing. I like hiking and be free in nature (I wish I could be naked)!
Recently every days are sunny! I saw so many kangaroo, they were not scared of me at all! I was happy to be so close to them. However...
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Nothing owns you… Not even your own identity
There is a version of you that walks through the world carrying names...
Parent
Business owner
Manager
Provider
They’re useful. They organise your life. They help people understand where you stand, what you do, how you show up.
But somewhere along the way… they can start to feel heavy.
Not b...
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Double trouble on tour
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Thanks for dropping by!
Christine McQueen and I have aligned some Melbourne and Canberra tour dates.
You can see them on this post image and also in my touring dates on my profile.
Have you been thinking of behaving badly? ????
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From Fashion to Business
It started in the least glamorous way possible, with me pretending I wasn’t in pain.
New shoes, obviously. The kind you convince yourself will be fine, and then suddenly you’re rethinking every life decision you’ve ever made. By the time I saw him, I was doing that very composed version of limping,...
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Singapore Diary — A Study in Restraint
Singapore does not seduce in obvious ways.
It reveals itself slowly, in reflections, in silence, in the discipline of beauty held just beneath the surface.
I arrived as the city exhaled into evening.
The air was warm, perfumed faintly with something floral and expensive, like a memory you can’...
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The Moment He Stopped Holding
There’s always a moment I wait for.
Not because I expect it. But because I can feel when it’s close.
He arrived calm. Grounded. Put together. The kind of man who knows how to handle life.
You could see it in the way he spoke… steady, measured, thoughtful.
And still, there was something underne...
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When My Whole Life Was in Boxes… and I Didn’t Panic
There I was… surrounded by half packed boxes, clothes in piles, little pockets of my life scattered everywhere.
Fifteen years in one place… slowly being folded away.
And I kept waiting for the stress to hit.
That familiar tightening, that pressure to get everything done perfectly, on time, with...
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Unrushed - makes me blush
Some evenings aren’t meant to be rushed…
They unfold slowly, like a favourite song you don’t skip through.
I remember the way he looked at me when I opened the door — not with urgency, not with expectation… but with that quiet kind of admiration that makes you soften without even realising....
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Chosen Moments, Not Urgency
Sunday nights have a certain stillness to them… the kind that lingers in the air like the final note of a song you’re not quite ready to end.
I’ve always found there’s something quietly powerful about choosing how you spend your time… not rushing, not chasing… just allowing the right moments to f...
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