It's been some time since I've updated here. But I've decided it's time to re-emerge. In the way that only someone who is wearing a cover could ever emerge, I suppose. 

The United States government has since decided to obstruct and censor people like us. 

For that reason, it is ONLY safe (and therefore only acceptable) to contact me via an encrypted email address. 

I use protonmail: Please protect our privacy by doing likewise. 

Happy hunting. 


Please. I want to meet you. Especially lately. But I must insist on properly screening you and securing a deposit. I realize I err towards the strict side as far as policy but I must. I'm out on the fringes for a reason. <3 For my security and our privacy and discretion. Maintaining a low profile requires effort, please assist me in this wish. I think you'll find me worth the effort. 

Photographic evidence.

Sometimes, I get questions about my photos being "real."

There' not only real but not retouched. Most are done by a dear friend and meant to catch me in a natural light. Some of them are even self-portraits.

(I told you I was an artist...)


When I catch posts about my photos being real or my rates being high, i just make even better photos.


I would identify, were I forced, as a true sovereign. 

Not in some commercial way. 

My kinks have always been predominately psychological. It's not so much the play, but the wielding of power, that I enjoy. The gravity of the mind and its ability to draw another into a world created of a moment. A shared secret.

Sex, being so close to our primest instincts, threads throughout our minds and touches nearly every breath of our existence. These dynamics surface insight from the deepest reaches.

Seduction, they say, is always more singular than sex. 

(And commands the higher price.)

The City by the Bay.

The constant tear of being of two coasts.

Two lives. 

Yet, being stationary has never quite...satisfied. 

I have to be honest, the reasons for my involvement in the Valley and the Bay originated in more purely technological venues. But as time progressed, and I evolved, the industry and I grew apart from each other. 

My attraction to brilliant men has not, however, waned. 

I am looking forward to my time in California next month. Not only as it will allow me to duck out of the worst of the New England bleakness, but because the golden light of the western coast has always felt like a homecoming. 

See you soon, I hope. 



The Grey Area.

I have been operating under the radar for quite some time. Maintaining a (relatively) straight life, which has become increasingly less compelling to me. 

The impetus for this is, perhaps, the fact that I had achieved a certain level of notoriety in my fetish-related as well as my vanilla ... pursuits. And while success is surely a blessing, it is a double-edged blade. As many of you reading this can relate, it comes increased scrutiny. As a woman, I've found this particularly limiting in my social enjoyment. 

Away from any preconceived notions of my identity. I wish to enjoy private company on my I feel that my artistic endeavors may be rising to the level of consciousness in the near-term, as I've already begun to experience the complications of being striking, recognizable.

As I approach my thirtieth birthday, I seek outlets for my nature. All of it. And its compliment. Perhaps you. In this grey area. 

Formerly, I have tempered several identities to suit a specific sector of interest, which no longer seems authentic to me. Instead, I am arriving to this endeavor as...myself. To live or die by my own charisma. 

The ultimate pursuit. 

I'll see you,