I am a non-binary, hairy, chronically ill, tattooed burlesque performer. I am not a girl. I am not a woman. I am not a piece of meat. I am not here to be something nice to look at. I am not a thing. I am sexy and kinky and dark and gentle and soft and kind. I am a human being. 

Underwear has always been dysphoric for me. Shopping for things that make me feel good, in a wash of photoshopped images of female "perfection" I never stood a chance. Where were the folds? The scars? The stretch marks? Was this even a person? Where were the bodies that had lived, and loved, and fallen, and hurt? Being non-binary does not mean I do not want to feel sexy, to feel good. I want what everyone else wants. I just want it in a way that is relatable, familiar and accessible. Is that too much to ask? ⠀
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My tummy is scarred, pink and pretty, with the marks of my surgeries. It shows the stories of my pain, the ailments of having a womb. Viewing your body as empowering and strong, as a vessel capable of so much pleasure, when all you feel is pain is a struggle. And that is why representation is important. Because not everyone's pain is visible, but it doesn't mean it's not there and it doesn't mean they don't need a little extra help feeling okay about themselves. ⠀

I am a proud Erotic Performer, I revel in being able to entertain people with my broken body, to create art and stories with my limbs and move with the music I choose. We live in a world where females and feminine people are so demonised for being sexual creatures, we have our sexuality stripped away from us before we know its power. This is why I perform. Because I am in control. You see what I want you to see, you feel what I want you to feel. When a system is in place that exploits and demonises women, taking advantage of it for my own personal gain is my forever brand of revolution. ⠀
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I am soft and strong, and sexy and scarred. My body doesn't work as it should. But that's okay because I create my own narrative.