I imagine OnlyFans is a lot like publishing your writing.
We strip down expecting some return,
vulnerability plastered across a page for all to see
spread wide and fragile.
Zero views on your first iterations,
No reactions and a shame creeps in
Why did you bother baring it all to strangers on the internet
Your senstive insides exploited for what purpose?

Until you find peers, and your shared experiences
become the peace you were looking for.
We take classes on craft
we sharpen our skills
until there’s a trickle
of souls that you’ve touched
or have touched themselves.
“to dress a nude” was a writing exercise in high school
and it’s an exercise in adult content.
we press our fingers between pages of open
books and legs
and wonder if anyone will see it
if anyone will treasure what they find there
and it must be like that for everyone
who dares to expose themselves to the world