Mirror, Smoke, Liverpool

There is a version of me that only exists in the mirror — smoky eyes, black lipstick, hair falling just so. I do not publish unless I look perfect. That is not vanity. It is the whole point.

I lost my parents young. They left me money, a business, and no interest in pretending life is about spreadsheets and nine-to-five drudgery. I live in Liverpool, but my real address is wherever the light hits my skin right and my curves are impossible to ignore.

Most of what you see on my socials is a selfie. Curated. Deliberate. I want you to click. I want you to watch. I want you to wonder what happens when the camera stops and the goth girl in the mirror decides she has had enough of being looked at — and wants to be touched instead.

Every photo I post, I ask myself the same question: will a man masturbate over this? If the answer is not an immediate yes, it does not go live. That is my editorial standard. Welcome to Resident Evie.