Okay, this is just a very quick post to get my thoughts out there but I think it's important to tell my story. How I transitioned from career hopper to sex worker. I use the term sex worker loosly because I've done text, phone, webcam and escorting. All have their benefits and drawbacks that I will eventually discuss but I'm jus putting this out there now before expanding further on each area specifically and just really trying to get my raw thoughts down before articulating what I really mean (that can be done later upon proof reading)
So I decided to try some anal for my first time. It's not too bad and actually enjoyed most of it! I am excited to try more things out, and I know my fans will be happy as well. It's definitely a little scary trying something new like that, especially when it's in your hard 'no' section. BUT I did it!
June 2021 was the month and year I had finally, had enough mental and physical abuse from the boy, now I say boy because a real man would never hurt a woman. That said he loved me, the sperm donor to my children, the boy that was supposed to protect me from the world. I wasted 21 years of my precious life loving, caring, and putting his needs first just to be broken and beaten down to almost nothing. The only problem for him was he picked the wrong women to defeat. Yes, I was mentally broken, and my body scared from almost daily beatings but what he couldn't do was put out the Italian fire burning through my veins. I CAN NOT BE DEFEATED!!! I REFUSE TO BE DEFEATED!! On my knees crying prayer to God to give me the strength to leave and not come back. In the past I had left but would believe him that he had changed and I would feel sorry for him. I always felt the need to show him love and support over me feeling loved and supported. That June day God answered my prayers. I got my own townhouse, rented a big U-Haul truck called the police and packed everything I could for my two sons and I to leave and be free. Months later living on our own I was scared, broke, depressed, and tired but I WAS FREE! I got a second job cleaning house for extra cash and before you know it, we were thriving. I entered a modeling contest for a boudoir photo shoot and won. When asked what props I wanted to use one thing came to mind. This is our FREEDOM. What did I use... The American Flag!! So, cheers to our freedom and the next chapter of our lives. Please like and share to bring awareness to Domestic violence and if you know or think someone you know is a victim of domestic violence, please reach out to them and let them know you are there for them no matter what.
I'm still pretty new to this site and I'm not totally sure that I'm doing things correctly lol...
Just wanted to say a quick hello and say that if you have any suggestions, tips or advice, I'm all ears 😘
So I have managed to tangle myself up into a knot of bad decisions. Which has completely eliminated my privacy and made me lose my computer along with everything else I own (a couple of times.)
Call me weird but I can't cam without privacy. If people are not paying or on the other end of the computer, or participating, I am not comfortable camming around them.
Anyway this fuckery will not last forever. And over all I am in a way better place than I been in a long time. I been making money other way since I moved to Baltimore. And we must not forget my life saver when all else fails I can always make money with peeks. I adore everyone who follows me on that site.
Anyways, I really want yall to know that I am coming back very soon! I love you all and I can't wait until then you can always see me on the pole on peeks.
Siendo modelo webcam puedo reconocerme como mujer, sentirme femenina y deseada, comencé a quererme más y a cuidarme más, a encontrar mi esencia y mi felicidad para estar bien cada día, me inspiro a buscar constantemente mi bien -ser porque si fuera feliz inspiraría a los demás y la sonrisa es contagiosa. Siendo modelo de webcam pude volver a soñar, sentir que tenía la oportunidad de lograr mis sueños cuando vivía en un mundo donde tenía que conformarme y no me amaba. Aprendí a encontrar mi placer sexual y a dejarme llevar, ahora siento el sexo más que antes, y me siento muy feliz, sobre todo porque aquí puedo obtener los recursos para crecer. ¡Realmente me gusta ser camgirl!
I got some very good news *.* You may know I love taking pictures. 🤭
Recently I found a great platform, where all kinds of erotic art is featured from professionals.
This place is APG *.*
And the big big big news is that they selected my works too 🥳🥳🥳🥳
Check it out of you are interrested 🤭🥰😘
https://www.artprovocateur.com?aff=H1GoFGjAOjIbGtL
Imma smoke dat ganja til I diie.
Imma be a str8 sugaababy til I diie.
Ya‘ll better get sum act right & lemmie show u how a white girl 🤍 pop that A$$
I guess I`m pretty random. Something has been bugging me lately. The simple fact that I have been too "scared" or "worried" not quite sure which word to use that desccribes how i feel the best, but I havent been live streaming or really doing much of anything due to the fact that my anxiety been getting the best of me. But I am baffled by the fact that theres such a long wait to see anyone about any type of anything that has to do with mental health where I`m from so I dont know wat to do about it besides try and deal with it and 3 years of just trying to "Deal" isnt working.... it drives me nuts!!!
Hey,
I never ever had a blog, nor that diary thing when I was a little girl... I don't know how this will turn out lol 😅
Well, pretty much my whole life is like that, I do stuff and it turns out somehow. 😅
I mean somehow like somehow, like in Forrest Gump, life is a box of chocolate and you never know what you get out of it.
Yeah some clichè here and there, but it doesn't ruin the authencity, does it?
If you haven't really noticed - don't worry, my bad - I'm talking to You.
This is really a terrible way to start a blog, right? 😆
Other creators throw all the stuff -who they are, where they from, more on what they do...- , and here I am, Yvie Lowe talking shit on a random part of the internet about Forrest Gump and not having a diary...😅But to be a little more serious, if you found me here it is a possibility that you already know what I do, so no need for that. Probably you even already enjoyed my room recently...or my so called Art Gallery...
What is my purpose with all this?
Haha , well, it can be that I just want you to feel connected to me, understand me more or this is just a media hack so I can get some subs on my pages... You'll never know 😏😜
Yeah so as I mentioned them, here you can have all my links...
https://allmylinks.com/yvonnelowe-omg
I think now you hopped on that link...but I want you to know about me just one thing.
I don't want anything less than being famous, a Superstar and I'm not really rushing anywhere, so I just do what I do, and my crown will find it's way... Just watch me getting there ...
Looking back… one love, a star shining on my skies. Promised myself he’ll never be forgotten. Since then, of course, other stars in my life followed, each one special in its unique way.
Soon after my divorce I started dating a fellow artist, a lovely angel, a very special one. Everything was fine and "ordinary" in our relationship at the beginning. I was working as a designer at that time, but he saw inside of me what I didn't know it did exist: my "protective" nature.
Now I smile... he was somewhere between delicacy and shyness when he opened up this subject: he was a sensually submissive man seeing in me a sweet Mistress for his soul. He made me quit my job and convinced me I'd be the perfect as an arts teacher for many generations of kids to come... And yes, our bedroom life has changed. After nights of passion, before dawn, full of joys, he used to whisper me the lyrics of this song... he couldn't sing, but his recitation was zephyr in my heart.
After a brief time of together he left for Brazil, never to come back... One day, it was late Summer, I received his friend's letter, a catholic priest, they left together, just a line: "Our beloved friend is resting now".
How some souls can change our lives! When I think of him, I don't have the feeling of being “left”, but surrounded by kind of an essence flouting in the air and literally breathing it. And it’s “real”, I don’t need any science or religion to prove me right or wrong, but I would love to know how it happens or “functions”… wish I could do this in my after life for the loved ones I’d have left here.
The Song:
Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars/Corcovado,
Antônio Carlos Jobim, 1960
"Corcovado" (known in English as "Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars") is a bossa nova song written by Antônio Carlos Jobim in 1960. The Portuguese title refers to the Corcovado Mountain in Rio de Janeiro. An English lyric was later written by Gene Lees. Andy Williams recorded the song in 1965.
I like things done well till the end and in every detail. Sometimes the desired results fail to appear,
but then at least we have the feeling of doing our best... Victory matters, so does the path
towards achieving it!
I teach crafts & visual arts, elementary school level... so in my bag plenty of crayons,
not much eye-liners or lipstick... well, maybe a hand-cream? Noooo, don't say now that you'd like to be my student!
