Why I embarked onto this demimonde...

This one’s a bit personal… but here it goes.

I didn’t grow up dreaming of becoming a companion, but life—beautifully unpredictable life—led me here, and I’m honestly grateful that it did. I went to school for something I was passionate about, but passion doesn’t always pay the bills, does it? Especially when that degree came from a private school and left me with student loans that feel, at times, absolutely debilitating.

I’m single, child-free, and even pet-free at the moment—no real domestic commitments tying me down—so I gave myself permission to take a different path. One that’s honest, direct, and, most importantly, on my terms.

Becoming a companion wasn’t a quick or easy decision, but it felt… natural. I genuinely enjoy meeting new people. I thrive on connection, chemistry, conversation. And to be frank, even in my personal relationships, I’ve always had lovers who lusted after my body—who made it clear how deeply they desired me. But those connections often turned into one-sided relationships. Great sex? Sure. Emotional reciprocity and effort? Not so much.

I got tired of giving myself to men who gave nothing back. Tired of pouring into people who couldn’t—or wouldn’t—fill my cup in return. I started to realize that my love language isn’t just affection or attention… it’s being provided for. It’s gifts, care, and a man who shows up in a meaningful, generous way. Financial support isn’t shallow to me—it’s security. It’s love, expressed through action.

Until the day comes when I meet a man in real life who embodies that kind of masculine mindset—the kind that says, “I’ve got you”—this is the route that feels right. Companionship is honest. It’s clear. It’s beautifully free of confusion or resentment. Our desires are aligned. Our boundaries are respected. And our needs are met—mutually, respectfully, and with no bad juju lingering in the air.

I truly love this kind of relationship. It makes sense to me. It honors my value, and it lets me show up in my fullness—soft, sensual, and real.

So while my story may not be the fairytale you’ve heard a thousand times before… it’s mine. And I’m proud of it.