I had a meltdown yesterday. Not even midday. I’d been up since six (my choice, I’m a morning person). Out of nowhere, I started crying and ended up lying on the sofa for two hours doing absolutely nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G.
And it actually felt good. Because normally, I’m always doing something (not always productive), and I think that was just my burnout alarm going off.
Why am I telling you this downer story? Because breakdowns are sometimes the only way to stop and actually think.
Now, don’t worry - I’m not going to unload my personal drama here. I’ve made that mistake before (oversharing on OF = boner killer 💀).
But here’s the truth: we all have dust under the rug.
The point is: I need to slow down.
Not so much physically (though I do need more exercise - my ass is plotting world domination), but mentally.
See, I’ve got a lot of fire and air energy in me. My Mercury brain works like flames whipped by the wind (at the speed of light).
They call it “monkey mind.” Mine is more like an army of monkeys. Drunk monkeys. On LSD.
So I think A LOT.
And what really drives me crazy is the way sex, desire, lust, and pleasure are constantly stigmatized.
We’re told sexual desire is “evil.” And the second a man in a sexless marriage watches porn, he’s either shamed as a sex addict or told porn itself is the devil. Seriously? A man has needs!
That’s why I created this space, to strip away the shame, the taboos, the dogmas. To bring awareness to the fact that sexuality is simply… natural. (Did I say natural enough times already?)
So what are you on about?
Greed.
That word always makes me think of Scrooge McDuck swimming in piles of money. But let’s be real (there are a lot of Uncle Ducks out there in the world).
Now, don’t get me wrong, money matters. If you don’t have any, you’re screwed. But here’s the real question:
How much do you actually need?
And what are you willing to do to get it?
Most people answer:
“As much as possible.”
“Anything.”
And that’s where the problem begins.
Can you see the flaw in those answers or is only me?🫥
See, I’ve been in the adult industry for six years now. I started as a total blank slate and have seen things on both sides (creators and users) that could easily fill a Netflix saga.
And let me tell you: the greed is real. (Not just here, but everywhere.) Greed drowns the soul, buries values, and distorts perspective.
Because here’s the thing: making money by taking off your clothes, selling pixels of your body, filming yourself with a consenting partner, or being a porn performer? Totally legit. Nothing unethical about it.
But there are other ways people make money in this industry that are straight-up unethical. And that’s the line I don’t cross, which is why I speak out.
I don’t have a crystal ball, but I do know how to read the stars. And the signs are clear: the old, greed-based ways are running out of time.
We can’t keep building a world on “more, more, more” and endless conflict. It’s not working.
The world stage right now? Total shit show.
So we’ve got two options:
→ Keep heading toward extinction (maybe not in our lifetime, but still).
→ Or finally get a grip on what actually matters.
Yes, money matters.
But not more than integrity.
Not more than authenticity.
So yeah, I cried for two hours, then dragged my ass (literally) off the sofa and remembered: greed might build empires, but it also eats people alive.
Money pays bills. Integrity feeds the soul. And I’d rather be rich in the second than bankrupt in both.
And if you’re reading this, maybe that reminder is for you too.
Love,
A Rose 🌹
Here’s 👇another piece I wrote this week and you did not receive an email about. It is going to be a video soon (and even a masterclass potentially) but you might wanna have a read 😉
