The Family. My Family.
People send me questions alllllll theeee tiiiiiime about my family.
“How does your family feel about you doing porn?”
“Does your mom know about you?”
“Do you still talk to your family?”
I don’t answer those questions. Or, at least, I didn’t. Because, fuck. I have other things to do. But people keep asking. So here’s the answer:
My family is probably different from your family. When you think of a family, I’ll bet you a whole truckload of cash that what you picture doesn’t resemble than what qualifies as mine. I’m not going to go into detail, but the closest living family member that I know of is my grandfather, and he’s… not… um… We’re not close.
We used to be. He raised me, basically. But he was a hardass. He taught me to be strong and gave me really strict tutelage in a lot of things that I’m glad to know about today. But it wasn’t easy. His… um… friends… were a tough gang, and I had to learn early how to get along on my own, to impress them, to take charge of things.
These days we keep our distance from each other. My family now is the family I made for myself, and I mean that figuratively and literally. More than you probably think.
And yes, they know what I do for a living. In a lot of cases, I’ve been able to help a lot of my family out immensely because of the work I do. Because I’m independent and empowered, I do what I see fit with my profits, and that often means that it goes directly to the family, my family. They love me for who I am, and part of who I am is what I do. So yes. They’re cool with it.
I need to go work off some steam after talking about that. Question is… swordplay or vibrator?
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