“I’m kind of like wherever the wind takes me,” she confesses, a freewheeling spirit who has not lost track of where she comes from (the Midwest) and why she had to leave her underpaid vanilla employment — and the small-minded men who kept trying to tie her down — and join the porn circus.
If you had to guess Summer’s vanilla employment just by looking at her, you’d probably say preschool teacher — and you’d be correct. Right after the pandemic, she found herself trying to survive on that salary, plus some babysitting gigs, and, like most Americans, she found herself one big bill away from financial disaster. In her case, it was a car bill.
“The brake line broke, and my old car died,” she explains. “I had to get a new car. You need a car in Chicago, and especially where I moved later, in the cornfields in Northern Illinois. That’s when one of my friends said, ‘Just sell your underwear!’ and I’m like, ‘That’s not a thing,’ and they’re like, ‘Yes, it is…’”
Summer (although she wasn’t Summer yet) checked out PantyDeal.com, which bills itself as the “World’s #1 Marketplace for Used Panties.” Like Alice jumping into the rabbit hole, she had no idea whatsoever about where that decision would lead.
“I made an account and I sold the first pair for like $100!” she marvels. “I was like, ‘No fucking way.’ So then I was doing that, and then people would say, ‘You’re doing this already, why don’t you cam,’ and I would cam without showing my face, because I was still teaching pre-school. And then people offered me more money to show my face. So then I just stopped caring, and I was like, ‘All right, show my face.’ So that’s basically like how it started.”
Part of the reason why Summer stopped caring was that the cost of living was making her day job increasingly non-viable.
“I was the hardest worker at that school,” she shares. “I’m working 40-plus hours a week, and I’m making $930 every two weeks, and I got nothing to show for it. I’m busting my ass. All responsibilities get put on me. I was making $17 an hour as a lead teacher, I had my own classroom, full of 2- and 3-year-olds that I had to care for by myself. I had to do parent-teacher conferences. I had to lesson-plan. I had to clean shit and piss and vomit up off the floor and the walls. I should have been getting hazard pay!”
With the car bills mounting, the inherent tension of the lowly paid job did likewise.
“And if you’re stressed out, then the kids are gonna get stressed out,” Summer reminisces, now far from that midwestern classroom. “They feed off of that energy. It was just a hot mess. So that’s why I was like, ‘I don’t fucking care. I’m gonna do what I’m gonna do. If they’re gonna fire me because of what I need to do to pay my bills.’”
Her face lights up as she lifts her hand.
“Look! A ladybug. That’s pretty cool. He just landed on my finger. Bye, friend. I love bugs. Back at home, I have tarantulas and praying mantises as pets, besides my bunny Gus!”




