The truth is, I never wanted to stop doing erotic phone domination sessions. I was just tired of the chaos that comes with being on a platform. And I believed that if it was that chaotic on someone else’s platform, it would be much more difficult to manage on my own.

DDOS attacks every day. Hoards of men looking for freebies. Platform fees that amounted to 40% of my income before taxes.

And then there was also discovering just how many of my longterm friends were truly condescending and whorephobic. The men were all horny and dangerous. It seemed like a good time to quit.

But I don’t want to quit, it seems. Because today, I watched myself buy a phone number, and then realized it was because I wanted to get phone sessions going on SmutMag.

Women are told all of the time that it is dangerous to be visible. We are often punished for being visible while doing anything. Let alone talking dirty. There is a pervasive fear in the sex industry that if you are known, you will be stalked and killed. There’s a good reason for that.

But being anonymous can have as many if not more pitfalls than being known. Enough that I’m willing to see if it goes better being out, and declaring that my job is exploring fantasies, and that beyond my job, I am also an artist and a person.

If I am secretly Marla Maven, and I am stalked and killed, only my other fans who do not know my real name will notice I am gone, and they will not know how to know what happened to me. Communities form around personalities. It’s unsafe to have the only people who know who you are be people who sought that information out, to find and stalk you.

People who are fans of me outside of phone domination, may also have an easier time noticing that another fan is taking it too far, and how to find out information about me.

A large part of me wonders if the anonymity is not so much for the safety of the performers, but so the audience forms unhealthy attachments, believing the performer to be synonymous with the character they portray. I believe it’s to keep the performers from having too much power, and enables platforms to separate performers from their client lists. It makes it difficult to investigate what happens to performers. It disappears performers.

And when it comes to erotic artists, it does a terrible thing: It says if you are a “legitimate” artist, you are separate from the characters you portray.

However, if you play the part of the wanton slut for entertainment, you are simply a wanton slut.

According to society, a whore IS a whore. A performer plays a whore. When we have our performers in erotic spaces take on their character’s name at all times, we are reassuring the public that this is not a full woman: This is a whore. Her name is Candy. She is not performing Candy. She is Candy.

But she’s performing Candy. And that’s good, and fun and fine. Playing with a performer who is engaged and in it and well versed in the material is tremendous fun and therepeutic for many. There is no reason that make believe should be maligned or censored by the public.

A person may be many things to different people in different times and spaces. But they are never those things all of the time, and on demand.

Going independent is my way of trying to correct the way we do this whole sex consumption thing. And by housing all of my work at SmutMag.Art, but keeping it separate enough you only need to take what you want, I hope that perhaps we can get off in healthier ways, and have a little more respect for one another as whole human beings.

But once we’re on the phone, Goddess Marla will take over. And I assure you, I will disrespect you thoroughly:)

Get your Bones Today, and Get ready for The Launch of Phone Sessions Later This week!