Please, Can We Not.

Emily, Amber, Kitten, my given name. Whoever you know me as – not that it matters because they’re all thoroughly me – I don’t feel like her right now. I also can’t afford to take much time away from this industry, but it’s very hard to do what I need to do when I feel this knocked about.

I shouldn’t have to do this, but here goes. Please, can you not:

Show up in my inbox with no intention of paying for my time or services, virtual or otherwise, unless we have an existing, mutually beneficial relationship.

Demand things from me.

Send me pictures of your knob.

Insult me at random, or for ignoring your unsolicited dick pics.

Talk to me like dirt.

Slut-shame me. Yes, I’m a companion primarily, not a content creator, and I only face-to-face cam with a select few. None of the above, or anything else for that matter, gives you the right to shame me or criticise my pay-walled content, particularly things which I’ve put out at a time of uncertainty and financial instability. It is a display of privilege, tone-deafness, and hypocrisy, particularly if you are happy to indulge in my company in real life when it’s business as usual out there.

Don’t want your favourite high-class playmate posting content you don’t approve of to make money while they can’t work face to face? Whilst that’s not your choice, why not tell us what you’d like to see, and then pay for it? Schedule dates for when things start to get back to something like normal. Utilise our other skills. For example, I’m a trainee counsellor and offer these services.

WE CANNOT WORK FACE TO FACE WITHOUT RISKING OUR SAFETY, YOUR SAFETY, AND POTENTIAL LEGAL PENALTIES.

So much of this job is emotional lifting. If you know you aren’t paying me enough, the least you can do is be fucking kind.