No One’s Daughter
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Writer. Survivor. Chronic illness overachiever. I write soft things with sharp edges—trauma, tech, recovery, and resilience with a side of dark humour.
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Why I’ve Gone Back to Sex Work
Last year I wrote a post titled Why I Will Always Return to Sex Work. At the time, it felt a little theoretical. A reflection more than a plan. I wasn’t actively considering a return to the industry. My life looked relatively stable, my career was moving along its respectable little track, and sex work sat quietly in my past like an interesting chapter rather than a current storyline.
By No One’s Daughter4 days ago in Filthy
Sex Clubs: Where You Can Watch Men’s Social Skills Deteriorate in Real Time
There are many unexpected places to observe the decline of modern social skills. Office meetings. Dating apps. Comment sections under TikToks about emotional intelligence. But if you want the most concentrated, unfiltered, sociological case study imaginable, allow me to recommend a surprising location: a sex club.
By No One’s Daughter5 days ago in Confessions
They Said Girls Don’t Do That. Turns Out We Always Have
There was a moment on my social media feed recently that felt small and huge at the same time. A woman on video leaned in and said, half joking, half reverent, “When the enemies finally become lovers and no one’s home.” There was a soft buzzing sound underneath the audio. Anyone who understood it understood it immediately. Anyone who didn’t was about to learn. The comment section exploded. Women laughing, women nodding, women confessing, women admitting, women asking, “Wait… we’re allowed to do that?” Like they needed permission. Like someone had to sign it off. Like there had ever been a rulebook handed out in the first place.
By No One’s Daughter2 months ago in Confessions
FREE THE NIPPLE. BURN THE BRA. APOLOGISE TO OUR SPINES.
There are few things in modern life as quietly infuriating as the social expectation that women should strap themselves into uncomfortable, restrictive underwear every single day for the emotional comfort of strangers. Not safety. Not warmth. Not even practicality. Comfort. Specifically men’s comfort. Because somewhere along the way, we collectively decided that a woman’s nipple is a public threat, while a man’s nipple is background furniture.
By No One’s Daughter2 months ago in Styled
Are Fat People Disabled or Are Disabled People Fat?
There is a question people ask quietly, sometimes without even realising they are asking it. It lives in looks, assumptions, and comments muttered under breath. It sounds like concern, but it is actually judgement. It goes something like this: why are so many fat people in pain? Why are so many fat people using mobility aids? Why are so many fat people struggling to move?
By No One’s Daughter2 months ago in Humans
Men Didn’t Read a Word But They Still Tried to Shut Me Up
I knew it the moment the comments started rolling in. Not because they were angry, or dismissive, or even predictable, but because they were arguing with a version of my article that simply did not exist. They weren’t responding to my words. They were responding to a title they’d skimmed, a feeling they’d had, a story they’d already decided I was telling before I ever got the chance to finish telling it.
By No One’s Daughter3 months ago in Confessions
Little Acts of Feminism You Should Start Using Immediately
I came across a TikTok recently that stopped me mid-scroll. A woman had shared a list of her “microfeminisms”, small, deliberate things she does every day to push back against the quiet expectations placed on her, and the comments were full of women adding their own. Tiny acts of resistance stacking up in the thousands.
By No One’s Daughter4 months ago in Confessions
I Grew Up Screaming Misogynistic Lyrics — And Now I’m a Feminist Who Still Knows Every Word
When I was fourteen, my favourite song started with a beat that made me feel unstoppable. It was California by Hollywood Undead — loud, aggressive, confident, and so dripping in misogyny that it practically left a stain.
By No One’s Daughter5 months ago in Confessions
Men Understand Consent. They Just Pretend Not To When It Benefits Them. Content Warning.
Recently, I came across yet another post that made my stomach twist. A woman wrote, “When you ask him to stop and tell him it hurts, but he says, ‘It’s okay, I’ll be done in a minute,’ and speeds up.”
By No One’s Daughter5 months ago in Viva
