Grinning, I nod. “I scheduled a collab on Tuesday.”
“With who?”
“Ono. He’s got a place in mind, I guess.”
Alka shakes his head. “It’s always impressive that you find ways to film porn on an island without technology.”
I laugh. “It’s never on the islands. Hold on, that’s a lie. I did film one a couple years ago on Bane with a local.”
There are two islands that are reserved primarily for the residents of the resort—Bane Island and Keone Reef—though tourists who want a more relaxed experience can book a stay on either. Technology is allowed on both islands among the residents only. There are checkpoints to get ontothe other islands that make sure they don’t have anything on them. It’s like airport security. All residents also have very strict guidelines if they’re going to have access to technology, like who they’re allowed to share it with, take pictures of, etc.
“Which one is Ono again?” Alka asks.
“College guy that looks ten years older than he is. Dark hair. Kind of scruffy. He just came onto the scene last year. Ono Romeo.”
“Mmm,” he answers, which is Alka speak for not remembering who he is. “Have I met him?”
I grin. “Yes. He’s been to the studio a couple times.”
I have a “he-shed” on our property that serves as my studio. It abuts the large backyard and pool, where I host when those visiting come around. It’s also where I film all my solo shit. My toy chest is something of a joke within my ReachMe profile. My subscribers love to see me open it and choose a toy. Sometimes, I’ll create polls and let them choose. On rare occasions, I’ll hold competitions, and the winners are able to choose a toy and what they want me to do with it.
The toy chest is actually a large travel trunk from the late nineteenth century. It’s a complete chest with compartments and drawers that are lined with paper. I spent a fortune on having it restored because I just fell in love with it, and it’s turned into my calling card.
Alka sighs. “Apparently, he didn’t make a big impression on me.”
I laugh. “You said that last time, too.”
“Oof. Don’t tell him that.”
“He’s not your type, love,” I say, shrugging. “That’s fine. You tend to remember them better when they’re someone you could be attracted to.”
Alka tilts his head. After a few seconds, he shifts in my arms. “Is that true?”
I laugh again. “Yes,” I say, then kiss his lips. “You like blonds,and if they have brown eyes, you will remember them, even if I don’t collab with them for two years.”
He scrunches his face. “Ugh. That’s gross of me.”
“It’s not. I actually find it really adorable.”
Alka studies me then grins. “What you’re pointing out is that as long as they have the same basic features as you, I’m down.”
My smile splits my face. “I wasn’t going to pointthatout, but yeah. You have a type, and that’s cool.”
He sighs, leaning his head against mine. “Thinking back, you’re so damn right. I definitely have a type.”
“I call it surfer blond. You really like a nice body too, but you’re all in if you’re attracted to their personality.”
He shakes his head. His smile drops a little, and I wonder if I shouldn’t have brought that up. Alka always imagined his life as one-third of a throuple. There’s not a reason he can put into words. The closest he can say is that he has two sides of his heart and they each need someone.
To me, I think he just has too much love to give a single person. I know he loves me with his entire being, and I know I satisfy him. We complete each other.
But there are aspects of our lives, of our beings, that don’t belong to the other person. For me, it’s my adult content. I love to bring Alka in from time to time as my faceless, anonymous husband, but that’s not… All the words I can think of are repeats of the toxic, closed-minded, monogamists. I can’t even think of the word that truly describes why I don’t want my husband to be my only partner in my work.
There are creators that make a living in the adult content world with a single partner. There are couples who bring others into their folds for content collabs, often with very strict boundaries. Then there are couples who regularly do their own thing as well as work with each other.
And there are guys like me, whose significant others are not part of the industry at all.
In the same way that Alka can’t fully articulate why he hasalways known he’s meant for a throuple, I can’t put into words why I prefer my romantic life separate from my work life. On the surface, those words make complete sense… until I say what my work life is. Then there’s a whole lot of judgment, which is fine. The only one who needs to be on board with my career is my husband, and he subscribes, watches, and comments on everything I post. He’s my biggest fan as much as I’m his.
