My private life is private. I worked as a courtesan in the adult industry, ex stripper and I also worked for the government — both were public knowledge, including to my family. I never hid any of it. That was authenticity, not shame. When people tried to blackmail me over it, it went nowhere — because there's no secret to weaponize when you've already told the truth yourself.

Mood Goodnight 💤❤️

When I'm a ghost, I'm coming back for every single one of you who tried to destroy my life. Not the friendly kind of haunting — the kind that makes your lights flicker when you walk in alone, your coffee go cold mid-sip, and your phone die at exactly the moment you need it. You wanted me gone? Congratulations. You got me. But you don't get peace. You get me, forever, in every dark room and every quiet moment, reminding you exactly what you did. Sleep well.

Instagram now has an AI that pixelates your boyfriend so you can post him without posting him. Sometimes this is how partners get caught — the pixelation is just the confession with extra steps.

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It's 10° in my area No wonder lm cold 🥶 Heaters are coming on

The men I chose were also absent in my life — workaholics who weren't there either, and who would never choose me. They'd always bring someone else to functions and things like that. I've gotten used to not being wanted. That's why I'm so independent now.

I grew up in a wealthy family — the kind of house where everything looks fine from the outside. But I never felt loved. Not once. And when I finally admitted that to myself, it hurt more than I expected. Because you spend so long thinking the problem is you, that you're too much or not enough, when really the people who were supposed to love you just didn't. Money was never the issue. Warmth was. If you're carrying something like this, even if your family looks perfect on paper, you're not alone. And you're not broken for noticing. I ended up in this industry because I was desperate for love. I couldn't get it at home.

Communication is respect. Most people don't know how to communicate properly — they've never been taught the proper way. And it's not just the words: tone of voice changes everything.

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I'm sorry .I'm the only person in who missed kylie Minogue — I was too busy stuffing my face with lunch, then turned on the 📺 twenty minutes later. 🤦🏾Now I'm watching the footy and pretending I made the right call.😭

Ten years in nightclubs in my early twenties and early thirties, four nights a week of loud music — that's what cost me thirty percent of my hearing. I didn't notice until menopause hit and suddenly it was obvious. I'm not ashamed of wearing hearing aids. Now I'm wondering whether to learn lip reading or Auslan. I'm warning other women: if you spent years around loud music, get your hearing tested before menopause, because once the hormones shift, what was hidden can surface fast.

I've been laughing all day reading posts and comments on here. Thanks for the laughs, X.

My favorite snippets from the video @SoveyX 🤣😂

One thing about me: I'm a proud supporter of small businesses on Etsy, especially Australian ones. Handmade beats mass-produced every time.

Enjoy your Saturday, Melbourne — wherever you are, you're probably indoors anyway. The rain's doing its best impression of a Melbourne winter, so embrace the grey, the drizzle, and the existential dread of a wet Saturday. Stay cozy, stay dry, and maybe don't leave the house

It's wild how much effort goes into pretending — the relationship's fake, but the performance is real. 🤡