It seems like a complete mystery…why do I keep disappearing?

It was never intentional. My bad. 

As someone who has always embraced spontaneity with a poor regard to time, the majority of My trips and hiatuses have always just been spur of the moment, and enjoyable.  Before I know it, weeks have passed.

I am not afraid to say how spoiled some people keep Me and because of this, they contribute to these habits of Mine to linger around. 

Lately though, My reasons for all of My inconsistencies have been a result of dispirited feelings that I have not ever cared to disclose. 

We are  three months into the new year and My devoted fart suckers deserve to know what the fuck has been going on with Me, Madame Du B. 

I’m here one day and then I’m gone like that dad who stepped out for a pack of smokes. 

Mystery of My hiatuses and tribulations 

A lot of my hiatuses have spawned from becoming a new parent and the pandemic. Mostly the pandemic.

I’ve seen it all over all of my timelines, on all my socials. 

People are burned out and getting more depressed than before. Especially the creatives. 

Everyone has just been so drained. 

I get it. These past few years have really been a shit-storm, with one thing piling up after another. 

I didn’t realize how depressed I had gotten from being forced to become such a homebody, but yeah, that took a serious toll on My mental health. 

As a Type A extrovert, being social and connecting with My community IS My pick Me up. Not being able to do a majority of things so that I could ensure the safety of My little was a killjoy. It was highly necessary for Me to make sure that My little didn’t catch Covid, especially during when our hospitals were maxed out. Covid was too new, unknown and overwhelming. With hospitals everywhere being at full capacity, Me and Mine became hermits, only doing things outside and away from others. 

The lack of consistent childcare has been another obstacle I’ve had to practice patience with while navigating safe options for My little. 

I don’t know what was the bigger bitch. Finding reliable, safe childcare or crawling over the mental block I seemed to keep working around.

Needless to say, I did it. I finally fucking did it!

I found safe and reliable childcare that will now give Me all the time I need and want to 

Create new content.

Be consistent again. 

Reconnect with all of My devoted fart suckers and admirers. 

That shit boosts My mental health, GREATLY. 

Sometimes, you just have to pivot.

I’m a creative. No matter if I’m humiliating men, creating engaging copywriting for clients or playing instruments, I enjoy being creative and flexing My creativity. 

While trying to overcome My previous obstacles, I started to shift My focus more on My writing. 

Copywriting specifically.

I write copy for various B2C brands and entertainers. 

It’s been a great supplement for all the farts I stopped sharing with the internet for the time being. 

If you ever thought My rates were expensive before, you should see what I demand for My copywriting.

Everything’s coming up Milhouse

I’ve completely neglected My onlyfans for like a month?

And I never saw a decrease in My sales from it. 

Thank you to all My devoted fart suckers who have kept up with their support and sacrifices and left that renew button on. Thank you to every other fart sucker who bought My content on IWC and NF

Your Madame has noticed and you’ve made Me very proud. 

Merci beaucoup. 

While holding onto expectations often leads to disappointment, expect something special in your OF in-box. Something that you, fart sucker, will not be disappointed with. 

Now that everything’s coming up Milhouse for your Madame, I am thrilled to announce that I’m going to be consistent again in addition to offering new goodies I have not offered before. There will be some things I will stop offering, but you’ll just have to check back to find out what those things are. 

Way to make your Madame proud, we’re going to have so much fun re-connecting.