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It’s Getting Riskier To Blossom

Elle Beau ❇︎
7 min readFeb 18, 2020

But I can’t hide my real self from the world forever

Photo by Maria Krisanova on Unsplash

When I started writing on Medium, not quite 2 years ago, I took off a lot of masks that I tend to wear in my everyday life. Sure, I’ve got a nom de plume, but that has allowed me to be open about all kinds of things that I don’t get to talk about much otherwise — polyamory, group sex, dating a professional companion (aka an escort), having a Twin Flame relationship with a married man, falling in love with a woman, double penetration, writing erotica, etc. — and that’s just the sex stuff.

In my everyday world, I also don’t get to talk much about things like my near-obsession with the dominance hierarchy aspects of patriarchy and the classless and egalitarian ways of our pre-patriarchy ancestors which has led me down a path of extensive research and writing on the subject. Here I’ve found a tribe of kindred spirits and people with a lot of similar interests, but out there IRL, I have to be a bit careful about what I say to whom because a lot of what I’d like to say, they don’t really want to hear about.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a pretty good tradeoff to at least have some places to really be myself even if they are in electronic spaces, but even then, I sometimes have to pay for it in the form of trolls and haters who want to shut down my voice. But for the most part, I can be who I…

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Elle Beau ❇︎
Elle Beau ❇︎

Written by Elle Beau ❇︎

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint. I do not feel ashamed. I'm your hell, I'm your dream, I'm nothing in between.

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