A WEREWOLF IS YOUR ONLY COMPETITION
Greetings from the air, my dark-hearted devotees.
I'm en route to Los Angeles, where I'll be indulging in some of my favorite macabre haunts- the Museum of Death, Hollywood Forever Cemetery, and perhaps a visit to Lemmy's grave in-between a slew of creative dates. I may be obsessed with the gothic but I know you also savor the thrill of the dark & the forbidden.
October's adventures were anything but innocent. From my Sister Ramona and Nurse Ryder role plays to delightfully sinful acts involving a crucifix dildo & butt plug rosary, the wickedness was palpable. And outside the boudoir? My horror pilgrimage took me to the Amityville Horror house, an experience soaked in true life terror & years of obsession and research on my end.
Halloween night, I slipped into a surprisingly mainstream Playboy bunny costume for my friend's gallery opening in Brooklyn and let's face it- you'd have made a dashing Hef by my side. The gallery was walking distance to my house so I wore my highest Louboutins and hopped over. I ran into so many sex work, art, and music friends that night and had a total blast. I'm really happy living in Brooklyn! My Gramercy Park incall may be no more, RIP since 2022, but my new Brooklyn life is its own haven of indulgence, complete with a walk-in closet and feline guardian. For now, let's savor our debauchery in handpicked hotels, bathed in the perfect lighting and soundtrack that that only I could create for us. It's not where we meet but when we meet!
I currently have no reason to leave NYC after this current LA tour- you'll have to cum to Mistress.
