Oh, hi, Tumblr. Long time no see.
I started an OnlyFans if you miss seeing my butt.
It’s basically a NSFW Instagram. But with videos. And the chance to buy custom photos. And a bunch of other stuff. SEXY, SPICY STUFF. Stuff I can’t post here on Tumblr anymore. Sademoji.
Also, I have an Instagram I use to post my photography if you miss that too.
But yay! Come hang out with me on OnlyFans. I miss you. I’ve been having great conversations with people who’ve been following me for years and catching up has been wonderful. I’m also really enjoying the freedom of it all. The freedom to show my nipples. And my butt. And, tbh, my pussy. I also write a lot about desire and vulnerability and sexuality–just like old times!
<3 Katie
BETTER THAN IRL: TRUE STORIES ABOUT FINDING YOUR PEOPLE ON THE UNTAMED INTERNET
The internet 10, 15, 20 years ago felt massive, yet tangible, like a vast country I could explore, full of people I could meet and get to know on a deep level. We could be naked in this place, both physically and emotionally. I loved it intensely. Finding my people on the internet allowed me to become a better version of myself. One who wasn’t shy, or ashamed, or ignorant, or irresponsible.
The internet was the catalyst for so much good in my life, and it was all because of the people I found there. These people gathered me into their arms and held me when I was broken and a mess. They taught me about feminism and how to be accountable for my actions regardless of my intentions. They made space for my mistakes and supported my creative endeavours. They gave me feedback that was thoughtful and nuanced; they gave me burritos when I crashed on their couches. They once DJ’d the soundtrack to my life in one of my most memorable internet moments.
I am deeply grateful to the rowdy landscape the internet used to be. I am so full of joy when I think of the friends and lovers and family I made over the last decade or more.
And that’s why I’m making this book. I don’t ever want to forget what it was like to run wild with a bunch of weirdos from all over the world who had my back. I have a feeling, you can relate.
Speaking of Game of Thrones, this has nothing to do with Game of Thrones!
This silly T-shirt I’m selling with Cotton Bureau is only available for another week or so, and then it’s gone forever. We’ve sold 81, which is 80 more than I expected, but I’d love to get to 100.
So tell all your friends and get ten for yourself, or the wookiee gets it.
FLOCK OF SEAGALS.
Lol, sorry, Tumblr, how could I forget how to impress you?
Back my book on Kickstarter. It’s about that time on the internet when we could be naked, physically and emotionally.
Because you know what I miss? I miss being naked on the internet.
The first time I posted a nude self-portrait online was in 2001, and I was 18. I’ve been posting my naked body on the internet ever since, moving through DeviantArt, LiveJournal, Flickr, and Tumblr. And now, due to community guidelines and Terms of Service and bills like FOSTA and SESTA, there’s no where left for me to be naked on the internet.
And I miss it.
I miss being vulnerable and exposed. I miss being in control of what people saw and knew of me. I miss having a cheat code to a connection. I miss being desired by strangers. I miss spreading messages of body acceptance and positivity. I miss giving no fucks about being naked on the internet. I miss encouraging others to do the same, to be in their bodies, to love their bodies. I miss the confidence and strength it gave me. I miss the community of naked internet women I used to be a part of. But there’s no where for me to be now. Censoring my work seems contrary to the reason I make it. And if it’s not public and for everyone, then I’m not working to normalise sexuality and sensuality and it doesn’t feel as satisfying, as purposeful.
I miss the feeling of freedom that the years from 2001-2013ish gave to me. I miss the people who had seen me naked, both physically and emotionally, before we ever met face-to-face. I miss the trust I was able to have in strangers from the internet. A trust to be kind, to me and to themselves.
I miss being naked on the internet. When you miss something, what can you do? I decided to make a book about it and hear about what other people miss and how the internet changed them, made them feel they belonged. I want to know what they do now to fill that gap?
Tumblr is a huge reason why I made this book.
I met so many incredible people on this platform. People I still speak to, and love, and cherish. People I know would drop everything for me and be there when I need them. I learned to be a feminist on this platform. I learned about body positivity and self-care. I learned about social justice and how to be a better activist and ally. I also watched a lot of great porn and become friends with a quite large amount of gorgeous naked babes. I was able to travel the world with these babes. Meet them and make art with them. Tumblr was fucking MAGICAL.
I had a hard time connecting with people in real life because I have really bad social anxiety and I was never confident with speaking to people. The internet was a freaking miracle that I utilised to become this strong, confident person. But the only reason I was able to become that person was because I had tons of internet friends lifting me up, cheering me on, and accepting me for who and what I was.
If that resonates with you, you’ll probably like this book. You can pre-order it now, along with scoring some sweet exclusive Kickstarter rewards too!
Please reblog!
This is Faye Daniels. One of the most powerful, badass people I know. Her comfort in her own skin, her low tolerance for bullshit, her grace in her body, her kindness and thoughtfulness towards others, and a million other reasons have let me love her for the last several years. We’ve created together for almost a decade and though we live far apart, we talk to each other every day and support one another through our daily lives.
Recently some really bad shit happened to Faye, and as a result, she needs some help. She’s set up a GoFundMe (CW: rape, abortion) to help pay medical bills and to help her get back to a place where she can feel herself again. Please help out my friend. Thank you so much!
I know I haven’t been around here often. These days I publish books, make comic books, and uh, that’s it.
If you want to stay in touch, you can follow me on Instagram. I have four accounts: my regular Katie West account (mostly photos of Scotland, water, my face, and my cat), my private account (only for people I know offline or have known online for a loooong time), my photography account, and my publishing account.
You can also follow along with my Patreon. If I take naked photos, that’s where they’ll be posted.
I also have my personal twitter and my publishing twitter.
I also have a TinyLetter that I mostly forget about but maybe that will change at some point. You can subscribe here.
By the way, the next book I’m making is an anthology about why internet communities like early days Tumblr and LJ were so special and what sort of lessons we can take from them in order to connect with each other now. It’s called Better Then IRL and the Kickstarter launches in February 2019.
I <3 YOU ALL.
Not only will my entire tumblr now basically be an archive available to only myself, but my number one source of masturbation material will disappear.
SEX IS NOT BAD. NO ONE NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED FROM SEX. FUCK SHAME.
WHERE DO I POST MY NUDES??????????????????????????????????????
