I’m Not Built for OnlyFans, so I’m Starting Paid Substack Subscriptions Instead
You know when you’ve been feeling something but can’t describe it?
You even recognize what caused it, but you don’t know how to share it with people when they see you going through it?
Me too.
Until @inspiredtowrite shared this on IG:
Finally. A concise description of what I’ve been feeling these past few months from sharing more of my life on the internet.
Before I started traveling a couple years ago, I was one of those people that posted four times a year. If I shared a story, it was food.
Then it increased to a few times a week.
Snapshots of the places I was exploring with witty captions that didn’t reveal much. If I posted stories, it was days after they happened in real life.
At some point, it extended to daily Instagram posts and writing on Substack.
The more I shared, the more the creativity flowed. But it also meant I was stretching my comfort zone.
I went from talking with close friends to exposing myself on public accounts. I went from rarely showing my face to making eye contact with the camera AND not mumbling.
As I create more, my art becomes more personal. More vulnerable. Hence the hangovers.
You could argue they’re as bad as a drinking hangover.
There’s no headache but there’s still nausea when I try to create again. Low energy and extra effort to make it through the day is common. Not to mention the hurtful comments and judgments from strangers and “friends” I have to cope with.
So what’s the cure?
Creative breaks are an option but they’re not ideal for my jobless unstimulated mind.
I could stop all together, but I want to share. These stories are ridiculous and writing about them is like therapy in a way.
But some privacy could help. So I’ve decided to keep my social media accounts public and make my most absurd stories private for paid subscribers.
Plus, for my peace of mind, I need some kind of barrier between every internet scroller and my questionably legal activities.
My last story Love Quest Slutfest was a tease to the NSFW scenarios I've found myself in these past few months. (I even left some parts out to curb the vulnerability hangover.)
If you’ve been keeping up with my adventures, I appreciate you.
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At the price of a cup of coffee per month, you’ll be supporting me as a full-time writer and curing my vulnerability hangovers. Plus, you’ll get exclusive NSFW stories too sensitive to be floating free on the internet.
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