I have always been all dressed up with no place to go.
Well, except the internet.
Yes, OnlyFans has a reputation for being a predominately porn site. I get it. It’s security is high, is vetting precise so people can put their more risqué images out there, but for the most part there is a remarkable amount of interesting non-pornographic things on there.
I too had once fallen prey to the ideas that it was such an evil place, but the more I looked at my finances and the amount of time and energy I put into my social media posts, I began to start thinking about what it would look like if I stated asking for compensation for my content.
Not that I plan to post the same content as I do on my social media.
Lately I’ve been spending time thinking about what it means to love your whole self. Flaws, imperfections, and dark sides of your personality. I always felt, having been raised in a Christian home, that if God loves our whole selves, even the ugly parts, then why don’t humans give themselves the same courtesy and grace? As I went though Life Coaching with Megs, I started to rekindle this thought and discuss ways of having a healthier relationship with my body, and this idea of wholeness came back to me.
I know I am a sexual being. I know I am a beautiful being. Why am I limiting my avenues of expressing that? What would it look like if I had an OnlyFans?
I only started myOnlyFans at the beginning of the week, and I’ve already had a lot of fun building content. I’ve stepped outside of my comfort zone for sure with some of my glamour boudoir shoots and I’ve really been upping my game with my photo editing skills.
As I’ve spoken of before, I’ve really struggled with being able to sexualize myself. Looking and feeling sexy is a thing that I’ve not really felt in regards to my constitution. Sure, my face is pretty, but I’ve not been able to express the bounds of my sexuality because of my inability to sexualize myself. After multiple open and honest conversations with my beau and lots of thoughtful considerations as we discussed finances and such, I came to the realization that if I struggled to sexualize myself, having an OnlyFans really wasn’t that big of a deal for me.
We brainstormed outfits together, I got my camera cleaned and ready to go, and I conditioned and brushed my many wigs.
My focus on my OnlyFans is mostly going to be on full or half body glamour shots. I have an extensive collection of beautiful dresses, ballgowns, and vintage wear that I’ve spent years collecting, and never seem to wear outside of my home (especially since COVID). I figured if I needed an excuse to wear these things, that I would probably need to do something constructive with them. After conversations and brainstorms I decided I would do glamour shoots to post bits and pieces of during each month (perhaps in a theme…we shall see), with a boudoir or pinup shoot sprinkled in every once in a while.
The first days of content building were a struggle. Mainly because my camera is older, and I don’t have a remote for it. Still, I did all I could to make it work. I set the scene in the spare room, picked my outfits and props, got everything set and staged, and spent most of the afternoon setting my timer between shoots. The results were hit or miss, because I kept running into the issue of when I got in front of the camera…I had no idea how to pose. Again, lack of sexualizing my body made me unaware of what to do to look sexy.
Thankfully, I at least knew how to look glamorous. Which isn’t much different.
I tried a little bit of everything. Twisting and contorting my body this way and that, and constantly reviewing the results. I focused more on image compositions and things I had seen on Pinterest and what I had done as photography for other girls when I was making ends meet in college. Focusing the camera correctly was also a difficult task, because without me in front of the camera at the moment of focus I struggled to get clear images.
The moment of truth was when I sat down at my computer and started editing, and I had to say I was pretty pleased with the results. Sure, not everything turned out as I had expected, but I was able to get a good amount of images for an introductory post and then some.
As I looked at the images, I had the opposite reaction I though I would. Instead of being more critical of my body, I was actually less critical of my body than I had realized.
I started looking at myself as I would a renaissance painting in a museum or a marble sculpture. Sure, I did some skin smoothing and removed some blemishes, as well as evened out the skin tone, but for the most part I kept the curves and rolls that I was once afraid to show off. I didn’t see them as flaws.
I saw them as realistic and part of my whole self.