When it comes to passions and dreams, I’m usually very vocal about my pursuits to those close to me. I feel like sharing my journeys makes them feel cemented and solid – even if they are far fetched:
Rescuing wild unicorns from feed lots? Yes
Bedroom with a fireplace, silk sheets, bear rug and a mirror ceiling? One day.
Certified stripper? I tell everyone about this empty corner in my home that will be my pole corner
Crystal Witch? – okay honestly this one im still feeling out haha
But for some reason, I have a fear of sharing my goals when it comes to this.
My mother has always been a creative soul – artsy and diving head first into anything that sets a spark in her heart. Yet, somehow, is judgmental in a kind of ignorant, tactless, loud and proud, “talk sh- in front of your face” kind of way.
Hence her recent career choice: paralegal studies.
She is so proud of me for chasing after finance advising, but not a single part of me is running towards that direction any longer. Frankly, it’s boring. And I’m more interested in the numbers going into my account rather than someone else’s retirement fund or buying certificates.
There is something so alluring about soft music, a large cup of Earl Gray, a cozy chair, and a computer full of photos just asking for me to add some magic to it. And I can’t help but feel at home while self-shooting, or while my man has the camera in his hands.
But what am I supposed to say to our friends?
~Come check out my lewd insta and support me ~
I’d obviously say it more professional than that, but I feel like they’d take it that way.
It feels like the reality of pinup modeling as a career is more unbelievable to me than unicorns.
So here I am, in the SG closet, unable to really share my beginning steps to close friends or family. Which is a shame, because I am learning so much. Maybe I’m just a weeeeener.
Did you ever struggle getting out of the SG closet? And if so, how did you share with those close to you?
ALSO: Drop your lewd insta ;) I need people to follow