MILF is Nearly a Compliment

How many of us in the adult entertainment industry are also mothers? Fact is, many of us are and not all of want to be labeled a MILF. When I modeled or Toxic Cherry, I was promoted as a MILF. I was not satisfied with being the Fetish MILF, though I do use that so people immediately realize I am mature and have a family as well as being a sexual being. It is part of my very identity to be a mother. It is part of my womanhood; the tummy pouch I have from having carried a human life for 8 months (my son was a preemie) is a badge of pride and honor to me. MILF is not exactly honoring a woman. It means we are attractive enough to simply fuck despite having had a human being pass through our birth canals. Whoopdeeuckingdoo. I would prefer to be a woman a man would want to fuck or even better, make love to, even if only in his masturbatory fantasies.

I did not model until after I became a mother even. The idea of being nude or even modeling in front of a camera before I was a mommy has unimaginable. It was just not in my mindscape until I joined the local BDSM TNG group and the page said their photographers were looking for models. I do not know what possessed me. I had a ten-month-old larval unit at home who was not even able to crawl at that age but I emailed the photogs as a dare to myself. I was suffering from post-baby body image depression. I was soft and round and I knew I was not model material in the slightest and I knew I had never modeled before so I had no idea what to do. My first shoot was disappointing although I got many cute images from it, it was not until my second shoot I disrobed and was myself as a real woman again. I had great curves, full breasts and soft curved hips. I was shot and the magic happened and my modeling hobby/career began right then. I lost my self-consciousness over the next few months and while I will still not do a spread as I prefer my labia minora to remain a mystery majora, as I say, I have no problem taking it all off and celebrating myself as a woman and as a living sculpture of the great mother.

I am a stay at home mom primarily. My day is filled with laundry, feeding the wild (now) preschooler, playing with Matchbox cars, educating the young mind to be an intelligent strong, well-mannered independent human being and then at the end of the day I escape the rut occasionally by becoming this powerful incredible woman who models for fine art and erotica and does fetish stuff on film and camera. My husband encourages me in my modeling and is my chaperone and chief boob adjuster even. I also have an incredibly hubby who cooks all our meals after he gets home from work so I am relieved of a lot of the pressures a lot of moms feel. I have a fabulous and handsome cheerleader in my hubby so I know how fortunate I am as he shares the load of parenting and I am only a solo parent for the week and on the weekend I am a co-parent.

I do have a couple fanboys, and I use that term with no disrespect, I appreciate their compliments and love the recognition. Ok so maybe they only like me for my tits or ass, but I do not even need them to like me. (Of course, I want them to like me and serve as muse and fantasy.) I model because on a good day, I really love myself and want to share me. I model to inspire other women to enjoy themselves. Motherhood and childrearing only make less of a sexual and powerful being only if the mother allows it to erode at their own sense of self and identity. They must take time to cultivate themselves and to make time with their partners, their friends and other like-minded folk to be a woman and not just the mom machine.