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I craft art. My body is art. She’s fucking poetry, pleasure and passion. She’s mine and I am my own.
I’ve also posed for photographers.
And yet, when I decided to put a lil’ risqué on display, the men who come crawling into my DMs, …mmm where do I begin? Ridiculous? Often, they’re too embarrassed to put what they want to say in the comments. Sometimes they’re blatant, sometimes subtle and regularly, the undertone is along the lines of, “you’re hot and get me hard.”
Cool bruh, but I’m not into you.
I have no qualms about being topless.
Traveling in and out of Europe offered me a lot of freedom over the years. In Europe I can walk on most public beaches without a top, I don’t always, but I can and do. No one bats an eye or rushes up to me to make remarks, I’m not removed from the beach. It’s just my body on the beach with bottoms on and sun rays over a salty sea.
And the truth is,
My body can only be as sexualized to the extent in which I consent. Yet we live in a society which brainwashes us otherwise.
In one of the latest self-portraits,
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