Sundays are mine.

Not for messages, not for bookings, not for anything. A day for my spirit and my sanity. I'll be back Monday after 5 PST.

And while I have your attention —

I get a lot of eager messages. Bright, buzzing, ready. But eagerness isn't the same as respect, and I can feel the difference. When the first thing you do is try to talk my rate down, you're not bargaining. You're telling me what you think my time is worth. And I already know what it's worth.

I'm here to game, to laugh, to keep you company. I'm also here to earn. Both things are true. The right people understand that without being asked.

If my rate isn't for you, no hard feelings — genuinely. Keep scrolling, find your fit. But I won't be talked into being cheaper, and I won't pretend it doesn't sting when someone tries.

My time is my time. My Sundays are my own.

See you Monday. 💛