Make Some Art!!
Hi there, Sexy—
Listen—do me a favor. While you’re working, make art out of your experiences, please? No matter how private, how personal. Blog about it, draw cartoons, write a power ballad about your naughty subs with their incessant, silly demands. Finger-paint your frustrations. Craft elegant letters demanding change to your senator—just do it, would you?
Even if it’s just (just!) a journal or a video blog of your normal day, or a Tumblr page of all the images that inspire you, leave a mark of this time of your life. Don’t get caught up in who is going to see or hear what you make -- going viral or otherwise becoming (in)famous isn't the point. Do it for yourself.
You never know when those memories will be useful later. For so many underground sex radicals, because hiding is the surest way to stay safe, our histories are lost to the ages.
If you’re having a hard time getting started because of the negative voices in your head telling you you’re not good enough or smart enough or important enough to make art about your life, read Elizabeth Gilbert's Big Magic.Don't hold the fact that she wrote Eat, Pray, Love against her-- the subtitle for the book is Creative Living Beyond Fear.
In it, she makes the very best case I've ever read for living a creative life because it's one of the core drives in being human. In being alive. That it took all kinds of nameless, not-famous creative people for each and everyone of us to get here, people who weren't afraid to cook, to sew, to dance, to adorn, to write silly love poems, and yes, to fuck, in order to make new life. To hatch new ideas. For new people and new worlds to be born.
Don't sit quiet because you're doing sex work-- quite the opposite. Tell the story of yourself, even if it only feels like it's to yourself. You never know when your history will come in handy. You never know when someone will need to hear your story told.