I am not normal

the sooner you know, the better

I could write a whole essay about what “normal” is, but let’s just leave it at this:

Normal is what the majority of people do and find acceptable.

Those are my own words and I don’t have a PhD to back them up… so bear that in mind.
(I am smart as f*ck though.)

Also, apparently I’m now #11 Rising in Philosophy on Substack 😃, which is pretty ace and I couldn’t be happier. But I want to point something out.

If you’ve been reading me for a while, you already know one of the ways I “survive in the matrix” is through OnlyFans. I mention it here sometimes, but this isn’t about that.

It could be (believe me, there’s plenty to say!) but I have other obsessions that fill me up in ways that have nothing to do with taking my clothes off.

Writing. Questioning everything. Studying. Learning. Analyzing human behavior, patterns, archetypes. Basically, figuring out how life works and what reality actually is.

So yeah, I guess you could say “I’m not normal.”
I mean, do you know any other naked philosophers? Didn’t think so.

The truth is, society is screwed up and in desperate need of an upgrade.
And one of the many ways you can see this is in how people react to sex.

The moment you say you “do sex work” (I prefer to say I work with sex - note to self: future post), the alarms go off. Prudes cringe. Eyeballs pop. It’s like I’ve announced a deadly virus in the room.

That needs to change.

Sex is natural. So are fantasies. So are most kinks (with some obvious exceptions I won’t be normalizing, thank you very much).

Here’s why this gets confusing for people:

• They find me through social media and expect my Substack to be all about OnlyFans.

• Or they find my writing here and then discover I sell nudes behind a paywall.

It’s not what’s “normal.”

Normal is being a teacher with a crochet YouTube channel.
Normal is being a nurse with an Etsy shop.
Normal is being a sex worker and fitting the slut cliché.

I’m here to break that.

Because I do work with sex… and I also write, sing, and study metaphysics and philosophy. And we’d all better get used to the fact that the old boxes for how people “should be” are collapsing.

Enough is enough. The state of things is beyond appalling.

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So I’ll keep writing, keep questioning, and keep refusing to be “normal.”

Because normal is overrated.

📣 A Little Announcement…

Before I let you go, I want to share something I’ve been holding close.
I’m writing a book.

It’s called My Erotic Life.
And no, it’s not just about sex (although there’ll be plenty 😅). It’s about the difference between living a static life - safe, repetitive, beige - and living an erotic life: curious, alive, risky, beautiful, sometimes messy, always real.

It’s my story, but if you’ve ever looked in the mirror and thought, Who Am I?, it might be yours too.

I’ll share fragments, behind-the-scenes moments, and the occasional line that I probably shouldn’t post online, all leading up to the day you can hold it in your hands.

Stay tuned. This is going to be delicious.

✅An A Little Update

I don’t want to bombard your inbox because I hate it when people do that to mine.

So, from now on, even though I’ll be publishing more often (I have a few drafts and way too many ideas), I won’t send an email every single time.

Instead, when I do email you, I’ll pop a little section at the bottom with a link and a snippet of whatever else I’ve published since the last time.

As an example, here’s the most-liked post so far - and yes, you can read it exactly that way 👇

So that’s all for today my friends.

Love,

Rose 🌹