I want to be a writer. But the only way I can reach that goal is if I'm constantly reading, writing and studying in school. And I can't do that if I have to continually work to pay my rent and bills. That's why I've got my sugar daddy. I won't say his name, but he's a best-selling novelist who can afford to pay me for … being his muse. I do whatever he asks, when he has time. He said that he couldn't get me published in return, but that he could give me money. That's fine with me, because I don't want to sell out and fuck my way to the top. I work hard to reach my goals the right way.