You know what I always say, darling? Love what you do, or rot in irrelevance.
If you’re in this game just to make a quick coin, you’re not a domme. You’re a desperate little detour on someone else’s pathetic journey. And it shows. Loudly. Tragically.

Just look at the mess that dares call itself the findom scene.
A circus of budget goblins, filter-abusing blobs, and “gender-free” gargoyles who throw around the word goddess like it’s a participation trophy.
Calling yourself divine won’t erase the stench of desperation and bargain-bin lingerie.