Wonder Woman Diaries: A Bacchanal, a Beach & No Sleep
Dear Diary Readers,
You might wanna call me Wonder Woman. I even have the outfit—you can enjoy the video attached to this entry. But honestly, this weekend demanded truly superhuman levels of energy, focus, and efficiency.
Friday.
Woke early. Ran. Swam. Breakfast. A Reiki session (received, not given—self-care is discipline). Then a meeting with a lovely couple of providers who also create content. We're planning a piece we'll record in a month, and I'm so excited—it's exactly the type of erotic adult content I want to make, and more.
After the meeting: thrift shopping. I had a party the next day and needed pieces. Then, since I was in the neighborhood, I visited a dear friend. She was deep in cleaning mode—another friend was arriving that day—so the only logical thing was to join her. I stayed a couple of hours, scrubbing and sorting, because that's what you do.
Then: a variety show. I nearly bailed. Low energy. A nap and some coffee got me there, and I don't regret it. It was inspiring. I'll be performing in the next edition. I already have a piece I want to present.
Home. Tidied. Showered. Napped. Woke up to answer calls—I like working Friday nights late. Saw a client. Finished some writing. Pending stuff.
Saturday.
Woke early again. My friend was heading to a festival and needed help with merch. I'd planned to go, but I chose work over partying. The projects aren't going to make themselves. So I designed some materials, printed them, delivered them. Picked up a banner. There was a beautiful synchronicity: the friend who'd arrived had exactly the pieces I needed to complete my outfit for the night's party.
Returned home. Realized I'd forgotten key pieces. Went back to my friend's place. Finished getting ready there.
The party was a bacchanal. Not just music—an experience. It opened with theatrical rituals. Performers embodied the Olympic gods. Venus. Mercury. Bacchus, of course. I did everything there was to do. Stayed until 5 a.m. Ate fruit and chocolate from beautiful models. There were kinky things. Massage things. Reading things. I slept a couple of hours on-site.
Sunday.
I'd volunteered to help clean the house after the baccanal. But first: check on my cat. So I returned home, fed her, then went back to the party house and cleaned for a couple of hours.
You'd think that's where it ends. But at 3 p.m., a beach gathering with another friend who's leaving the city. Artistic, whimsical things on the sand. I stayed until 7.
Then: home. But not to sleep. I had an overnight booked with a client visiting town for a Monday meeting. First time meeting in person, though we'd been chatting on OnlyFans—getting to know each other, understanding what he liked. He brought gifts. Toys. An outfit. He wanted me to role-play a nurse.
I tended to my duties all night. More on that later. It was lovely. He was lovely. I woke before him, tidied up, gave him a blowjob before his appointment.
Monday.
He left. You'd think I'd collapse. But Monday is for cleaning. So I cleaned. Laundry.
Then a swim, because my body needed it.
And now I'm here, writing this. I was supposed to be sleeping. I told myself I wouldn't answer the phone. But I'm so inspired, buzzing with ideas. I've been answering some of your inquiries. Please be patient. Sooner rather than later, I will pass out for at least twelve hours. You can only push the body so far.
A Note on Substances
This may surprise some of you snow enthusiasts. I'm completely sober. The only things I consume semi-regularly are coffee and tobacco. Then was the secret to this energy? Tantra. Good sex. Focus. Meditation. Training. Discipline.
You must be disciplined.
Anyways... You know what? Some pleasures are streamed. Others are lived. If you're ready to step through the screen and into the material, a proper offering opens all doors. If that sounds appealing, you might wanna subscribe to the newsletter: https://www.haruhiunleashed.com/subscribe#Hero what may they be
Thank you for reading this far. There are two more entries coming—linked below when they're live. One is a follow-up on the Captain (yes, the client who didn't know I was trans). The other is a big announcement about my services. This is Year Two of the porn star era. Things are changing.
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