From Crayons to Condoms: Why I Changed My Career from the Classroom to the Bedroom…

Before I ever slipped into a silk robe and high heels, I wore sneakers, cardigans, and carried a tote bag full of papers and pencils. Yep, I was a preschool teacher—with a master’s degree in early childhood education located at the most preppy American school in Spain. I taught the ABCs, tied shoelaces, managed meltdowns, and gave out more stickers than I could count. But beneath the smiles and sing-alongs, I was exhausted- mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually. The Goddess inside me was craving a better life with more freedom, more money, more self-expression, and a more luxurious lifestyle that truly reflected the powerfully sensual woman I was becoming.

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At this point, I had already fallen head over heels in love with Latin dancing and I let the music completely transform my reality. I longed to spend my days at the dance studio and my nights on the dance floor instead of every single weekday on the classroom carpet. After the devastating loss of my mother in 2020, I decided enough was enough. So, I made a career pivot that most people didn’t expect—I left the classroom, got on stage, and became an exotic dancer- a secret dream that had since I was seven years old. Call me a product of my environment, having been raised in Las Vegas, but my passion for the lights, the attention, and the erotic took over. My magnetic stage presence and natural ability to perform landed me several gigs including my own solo Burlesque show at Erotic Museum of Barcelona and my first strip club: Look Cabaret. But there was a catch: the clubs in Spain are actually brothels.

I walked into Look with the clear intention that I was only there to entertain the audience, not sleep with them, but when the opportunity arose on the first night to have an orgy with two French guys and two other brothel ladies, I couldn’t resist the temptation. My curious sex goddess soul secretly wanted to know: What does it feel like to be a prostitute, paid for her sex? It turns out, it’s the most empowering feeling in the world and I’ve never looked back. I quickly worked my way up the sex industry ladder, dancing at another small club before moving onto the largest brothel in Europe, Club Paradise, on the Spanish-French border. I loved being part of the VIP performing group, but my insufficient fluency in the French language had me longing for more… American clients.

When I told my unique story on social media, I gained enough eyes and attention to be miraculously invited to fly home to Las Vegas to film a TV show episode where I auditioned at strip clubs, turning my childhood dreams into a reality. I decided to follow the flow of my life, move home to Las Vegas, and spend my nights at the strip club, but quickly I realized that exotic dancing was exhausting and not sustainable long-term. What I really yearned for was not to give men blue balls at the club, but to truly take care of them like I did in Spain, but sex work was illegal in the US, so what could I do? I felt stuck, but that’s when I found Sheri’s Ranch. I immediately applied but the hiring process took a while so in the meantime, I decided to try the preschool classroom just one more time. Well, it was an absolute disaster and that’s when it really hit me: I will never be the same woman I was a decade ago and I would MUCH rather be a prostitute than a preschool teacher, and here’s my top reasons why:

1. The Money Made Sense (and Cents) 💸

Let’s be real: teaching is one of the most underpaid, overworked professions on the planet. I was shaping little minds with all the love and patience in my heart, but my soul was suffering as I budgeted down to the penny every month. Becoming a dancing brothel babe in Spain changed the course of my life, allowing me to pay for the big move back to the USA after a decade abroad in Europe. And now, working at Sheri’s affords me the comfortable, abundant, and successful life I have always dreamed about. I now have the financial freedom to take care of myself and my two pet birds, invest in my passion projects in female sexual empowerment and sex work reform, give back to my community and live without constant stress of not making rent. I’m not just surviving anymore—I’m thriving. I still work hard, but now I get paid what I’m worth, and that alone is revolutionary. Thanks to my trust in myself and in the Divine, I learned that my pussy has the power to move mountains.

2. The Men Gave Me Back My Feminine Power 💋

I like to believe that I was gifted with the power of beauty and sensuality for a reason, but while I was working as a schoolteacher, this natural characteristic about myself was suppressed and subtlety shamed. “Do you always wear that much makeup?” a boss once asked me. “Why yes, yes I do,’ I replied blankly. I was constantly berated from the red shade of my lipstick to the red streak in my hair to the thickness of my eyeliner and the location of my tattoos. I don’t know whose bright idea this was, but one school’s uniform was skintight athletic pants, which naturally accentuated my bubble butt and attracted the dads’ wandering eyes and their wives’ added envy. Unlike the uptight and conservative culture of a preschool classroom, in a brothel, I can fully show up as the embodied Goddess that I am and be celebrated for it. I can be soft, sensual, playful, flirtatious, wise, nurturing, and seductive—all the faces of the feminine without apology. Meeting so many men who made me feel desired, worthy, and sexy was liberating, healing, and empowering beyond any job I’ve ever had. I still change lives with the power of my heart, but now, instead of teaching little boys, I teach the big ones. Different lesson plan but still delivered with the same intention: to teach love, self-worth, and kindness.

3. The Meaning Was Deeper Than Any Lesson Plan 📖

Most people are confused, and some are even slightly offended, when I say that sex work is sacred, but to me, it is. S-E-X stands for Sacred Energy Exchange, and just because I accept a monetary compensation for my sexual skills and services does not take away the beautiful meaning that lies beneath the surface. The special connection I make with each one of my clients has the power to heal the deepest wounds and it didn’t take me long to realize this. When I first began working at the Spanish brothel, I had to challenge my own preconceived judgements against the profession, but it was the Sacred Prostitute herself, my spiritual ancestor and mentor, Mary Magdalene, who guided me to see and experience prostitution in a new light. I came to realize that what I do is not shameful, it’s holy. Now I’m on a mission to help purify the sex industry, educate humanity on its sacred origins, and advocate for a more sex-positive world.

Conclusion: A Woman Reborn 👑

I never imagined that leaving the classroom would lead me to such a profound reclamation of self. What started as a career change became a soul awakening. I traded in lesson plans for lingerie, not because I gave up on making a difference—but because I found a new, more embodied way to do it. I now live a life where I am fully expressed, financially free, spiritually grounded, and deeply connected to my feminine power. Becoming a courtesan wasn’t a fall from grace—it was a rise into my Queendom era. And if you ask me today whether I’d rather be a schoolteacher or a sacred seductress, the answer is crystal clear: I choose me. I choose this path. And I’d do it all over again in nine-inch heels.