I’m not big on dirty pictures with too much drooling or too much smeared makeup or too much raw violence or too much leather.
I’ve got a thing for clean lines. I’ve got a thing for light colors. I’m big on the idea of just looking pretty. I’m girly. I’m particular.
There’s a time and a place for the roughness. It’s fun and it’s cathartic. But, if you can make me feel as degraded as I would covered in my own drool – through something a little less obvious, a little less primal, a little more refined – that’s talent.