How to Approach a Sex Worker, a Woman, a Stranger, or Anyone Else You’d Like Something From

The following rant is not the way to make money (unfortunately), but hopefully it serves as education and a mental jog for entitled dudes. Yes, in my experience it’s pretty much always dudes who think sliding into my DMs with a “hey” or “I’d love to sit on your table”, and then get all, “oh I didn’t know you’re only here for professional” (or worse, like throwing a tantrum or becoming agro/offensive), when I offer to share my rates, is a way to connect with me or literally get anything they want from anyone ever.

For context, my profiles are very clear about what I’m looking for on Fetlife and other professionally oriented places I advertise my services. I offer: professional Domination; BDSM skills and safety classes; sexuality, gender, identity, and relationship coaching; relaxation massage informed by a background of various dance/physical alignment modalities and from the perspective of sexological bodywork.

Unless a person is capable of actual seduction in an environment where I’m looking to be seduced—not form community and find clients—there’s absolutely no reason why I’d be interested in servicing said stranger, or engaging in some inarticulate thing which takes up my time, energy, and career knowledge. This is especially true considering what these people are looking for is within my industry, and so I have plethora investment and skills in sensuality, BDSM, and sexuality education. I deserve better. So does every person alive. Therefore, to the people who insist on chatting me up in the least interesting and most entitled ways possible, I have this to say:

Your communication is lacking, your profile usually doesn’t tell me anything about you (almost every single time your information, photos, even your kinks haven’t been filled out), and your approach of me is extremely less than considered. Honestly, you’re categorically not my type outside of client relations. You’re not even my type within client relations, but I’ll spend more energy getting to know someone who’s paying me for my time to do so. I’m sure you understand, I mean it’s pretty basic when you consider the fact that I, stranger you find attractive, don’t owe you anything.

Please do feel free to talk to me like a human being who has something you desire and value though. Approach me in a manner befitting someone you are attracted to for reasons. If you decide I’m worth your energy and thoughtful consideration, feel free to try and befriend me without expecting anything other than friendship. Alternately, if you’d like an experience where you don’t have to try as hard, and will compensate me for my time and energy to that end, definitely let me know in your introduction.

When I share my rates with you, it’s best that you either don’t respond because you’re not interested, or respond generously and thank me for my time. It’s even appropriate to let me know you can’t afford my rates, or wonder if I’d ever consider trade or an alternate arrangement. As long as you acknowledge that you’re asking for something of value from me and understand you’ll have to put in energy too if you have any hope of gaining these things you desire, we can at least have a respectful exchange before I decide whether or not I’m interested.

I don’t owe you my time, attention, skills, consideration, or anything else. I enjoy working with patrons who value me, and I share my skills when appropriate and joyfully with people I’m close to—I even share a ton of knowledge for free through my kink blog. You, stranger popping up in my feed, aren’t these things to me. You’re a boring entitled waste of my time and energy, and I delete a lot of you from my inbox daily.

Spend your own energy before you attempt to pilfer mine.

For those of you who are realizing that you yourselves, perhaps, have approached women, queers, sex worker professionals, and other regularly sexualized, fetishized, or objectified persons with such demand or ignorance: I’m glad you can see it. It’s not hard to change, you just have to write a thoughtful sentence before you hit send. Just write one thoughtful sharing thing to say, that might pique the receiver’s actual interest in you as a person. Eventually you might work up to two or three sentences, and someday you very may well knock my socks off with a (not narcissistic or completely self absorbed) couple of paragraphs cultivated in order to let me know a bit about you, why you are interested in me, what you’d like to offer me for my attention, and a bit about what specifically you’re looking for.

We’re both adults (otherwise you shouldn’t be approaching me about such things in the first place), and I expect adult behavior from people who want to engage in adult activities. Everyone starts at the beginning, don’t get stuck before you’ve learned a single thing.

Absolutely no one is into it. This behavior is no one’s kink.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Art and Sexy Things like Vampires…

Today I’m in tech rehearsal alllllll day for Dracula! We open tomorrow evening, and this show is a ginormous production with a million moving parts. I’m really proud of the producers and creators for building this wonderful monster of a production. I play a tiny role: the ship Demeter whose crew is murdered by Dracula as I sail my way, tempest tossed, to shore.

The act is about relationship, power, control, and spirit.

I’ve realized I’m at the point in my (many) career(s) where the manipulation of energy itself—between myself and my audience, a room, an individual, or a small group of people—is a medium I’m well versed enough in to feel as though I’m sculpting as I play. My choreography for Dracula is simple storytelling, acting as much as dancing or moving around the room. It’s rewarding to create this way and to have the opportunity to focus on costume and vision as much as story.

Speaking of theatrics, I’ve spent the week completely rearranging my house. My living room is becoming a dungeon-cum-performance space. I need room to teach and scene, and for performance choreography. My workbench, tools, and art supplies have been put into a room of their own, and that room can double as my guest bed… perhaps at some point in the near future I’ll build a cage in the closet for anyone needing a cur’s resting place.

I have yet to figure out how to afford it all myself—an undertaking I haven’t been so ambitious to chase before. [Insert shameless plug to join my Patreon and/or come take classes from me to help me maintain this undertaking!] The ultimate intent is a place to create, little by little, a microcosm of the art I’ve been dreaming of and working toward for the past few years.

“Listen. No Speaking. Touch” is a part of that vision. My work with The Scarlet Tongue Project is a part of that vision. The option to explore sensation, art, relational dynamics, energetic conversations, and share with my small audiences environmentally based opportunities in nontraditional ways is the rest of it. The world of my environment shall be a cultivated museum for play; a world constructed by yours truly for the discovery of my ticket holders; immersive theater meets honest connection rolled into the time it takes to have a proper tea…

“What does that mean”, you ask? You’ll have to sign up to find out. In my space the world is your oyster, however the limitations of my offerings are consent-based and dependent on our dynamic. Perhaps, imagine a museum of curiosities where you may ask about and potentially experience the artifacts in action…

Why? I grew up playing outdoors and creating games for all the kids to pass our time until dinner. I’m still that kid. I notice who likes what, I still carry with me a big imagination, and love instigation. With adult skills, better command of communication, a more detailed comprehension of consent, and a healthy knowledge of the limits and safety within my control, I aim to remind those around me how important it is to play. Let me be your instigator friend, and we’ll pass time as curious playful grown-ups can, before being called in for dinner.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Honoring the Scales

“What do you want to see in the world? …Be it.”

From “NO SHAME”. Photo by Jennifer Bennett

These words are easy. The struggle to their reality is complicated and difficult. The road forward is often infused with self-delusion, and checkpoints can be missed. Repairs must be made at regular intervals or because of accidents. Parts and service can be expensive. What tools do you have to stay securely on the road to your end destination? What have you been born with? What’s been given you by friends and family, or offered because you seem amiable to those who have the resources to share? Which tools can you afford to buy or how have you built up enough credit to purchase in advance?

We are not equal. That’s simply the truth of the structure we’re tangled within.

We aren’t born with and we’re not taught the same emotional skills or lessons in our lifetimes. Similar coping strategies are not available to each of us—nor even desired to be learned by some. We do not have the same information in our minds, capacity for struggle in our hearts, or strength of muscle and bone. We do not fight the same fights, nor choose the fray equally.

It’s paramount that we work with one another. That we share our resources—be they monetary, emotional, intelligence, perspective, charisma, spiritual, physical, shelter, mechanical, words, healing, teaching, space holding:

Access to food.

We live on a planet with abundance, enough for each of us to thrive. Working within the structures of human divisiveness, we learn to take from one mouth to feed another with lesser need. Gold is positioned on high, exalted, danced around in mass-observed ceremony. We dress our poor in rags and stench to serve as warning to us all: you’ll be this thing too, should you refuse to participate. We build walls. Hide the backstage messiness that reveals the antics of banking and loans when observed more closely—serving to pretty-up the faces of our charismatic caste until they’re able to cash in on their connections. Upward mobility is a fairy tale read each night to the masses, though it’s meant to come true for a very select few. Our dreams push millstones miles along… energy stolen.

When I tell you to pay me for my time and attention it is not a request. It is a fairness. That you appreciate my words, my world, my intelligence, and that I capacity to listen intently, offer advice, perspective, and care is the result of investments I’ve made over my entire lifetime.

He feels his sexuality should be served without giving back.

He’s not looking for love. He’s looking to get off. To use my mind, my skills, my body for endorphins and dopamine. This is not a problem for me (within the boundaries of my offerings) for a professional fee.

He feels his emotional and sensual needs should be listened to and resolved without giving back.

This is not food filling my stomach. Food offering me power to instruct, to carry out the desired sound beating, to give of my time and heart, to afford particular dress, to organize our fantasy negotiated, to gather toys with which to invade and sensitize the flesh, to learn proper technique and to carry forth safely. This is my overhead. The theatrics, showtime, and marketing efforts too, are my work.

I understand the need to save. Each dollar is a percentage of one’s lifetime, a moment struggled more than one wants. It’s part of our constructed fallacy, the divisive divide which keeps us apart. In a perfect universe we’re each serviced as we wish, everyone given opportunity to measured time with loved ones and the Deities, every delight we desire.

Negotiations are not [same = same] though, they do not wish to be. Feeding one’s any-gendered-erection is not what I was born to do, though I may have grown to excel at offering such things. My life, my skills, are my investment, and without food I expire too.

Listen to your neighbors. We aren’t meant for battle, though I know fear lies chokingly nearby. I may never firsthand understand your fantasies or your needs, but I will travel as far as I am able to, to embrace our differences, to let you know I wish you peace. Compatible and not compatible, we share molecules and breath. We effect each other. We orbit one another. In meaningful ways we owe each living thing our livelihood and our lives.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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