Why Do They Watch What They Claim to Hate? A Soft Reflection on Stalking, Projection, and the Shadow of Desire

There’s something strange, almost tragic, about being watched so closely by someone who claims to despise you.

It’s a pattern I’ve seen not just in my work, but across the adult industry: people who condemn sex workers, who throw around harsh words like “dirty,” “disgusting,” or “immoral” - while quietly obsessing over our every move.

They scroll. They watch. They take notes.

And then they project.

When someone says they despise your work - and yet you quietly discover they’ve been watching you… what do you make of that? 

When they're not engaging. Not connecting. Just… watching. Gathering.

After voicing their distain about your work and you.

What fascinates me isn’t the cruelty. It’s the fixation.

Why spend energy watching what repels you?

Why follow a woman you claim to look down on?

Why are so many people who criticize sex work the ones most consumed by it?

As someone who lives and breathes presence, I can’t help but feel the ache behind this kind of behaviour. Because it’s not just judgment. It’s projection.

When we can’t hold our own shame, we often hurl it at others.

When we’re disconnected from our sensuality, we resent those who are embodied.

When we long for softness, but can’t admit it, we vilify the women who offer it.

That’s not power. That’s pain.

There is a particular loneliness in being so consumed by what you condemn.

Because at the root of it, there’s a fracture. A longing. A wound that hasn’t been met with care.

It might feel easier to judge a woman like me than to ask:

What is it about her that triggers something I don’t want to feel?

Maybe it’s freedom.

Maybe it’s sensual power.

Maybe it’s the courage to be seen as we are, while they’re still hiding behind masks of morality.

Whatever it is, I know this:

I’m not ashamed of my work. I’m proud of the sanctuary I offer.

Of the elegance I bring to intimacy.

Of the men and couples I care for, who leave feeling restored, not depleted.

So if you’re here, silently watching me…

Welcome. You’re not alone.

But you may want to ask yourself:

Why does this woman, this world, this work… live rent-free in your mind?

Stalking isn’t about the person being watched.

It’s about the person doing the watching - what they lack, what they fear, and what they refuse to face in themselves.

And to anyone quietly judging, while secretly craving the very thing they condemn:

You deserve healing too.

But it won’t come from hate.

It will come when you stop projecting, and start looking inward.

With warmth (and clear boundaries),

Brooke xo ❤️✨️