"Ok, looks like this question is for Kirstie." Kevin said squinting at the screen of a laptop. We were all sitting on a queen sized bed in Scott's hotel room, hosting one of our monthly Q&A live-streams for our subscribers.
"Kirstie, you are so beautiful-" he read
"Aww thanks!" I gushed
"How do stay so positive all the time?" The question asked. I receive questions like this all the time. Heck, I practically run a self- love, positivity campaign on my blog and on YouTube.
I've been though a lot-
Everybody's been through something! And I want to help as many people as can find the joy in their own lives, the way I was able to. I loved this sort of work, and I was glad to see people appreciating it.
We answered a handful of other random questions when we came across another that was directed at me.
"Kirstie," Scott read, "I just want you to know that my kids and I love you and that you are the perfect role model for my daughters. I wish there were more wholesome female celebrities like you!"
"Wow!" I blushed. Honestly, 'wholesome' isn't a word I would use to describe myself. "Well, I must admit I'm far from perfect... But I'm glad to be a role model for you!" I said, giving my most charming smile. I could see Mitch smirking at me in the corner of my eye. "What?" I asked him giving a little attitude.
"Nothing," he shrugged, "I think you're perfect." He said. I rolled my eyes,
"Thanks Mitch..." I said
"Ok, let's move on!" Scott said, he gets uncomfortable when he isn't sure what exactly we're talking about.

After the broadcast, it was time to rest before we head back on the road. Mitch and I had rooms next to each other so we walked together, talking about this, and that...
"That was really sly of you during the broadcast." I said. Mitch chuckled knowing exactly what I was talking about.
"What?" He said, "What did I do? You're the wholesome-" he interrupted himself with more laughter. I jabbed him in the side.
"I am a good role model!" I insisted
"You are! You totally are." There was silence for a moment. "Ya know what? You're my role model." He said proudly.
"Really?" I asked
"Definitely!" He said, "I especially admire the way you got on your knees for that guy at that party last week..."
"Fuck you."
Yes, there was a party. I had a few too many...
I met a cute guy. I gave him head. So what?
More laughter from the tenor.
"I was drunk!" I argued.
"Oh you knew what you were doing, girl... and don't even act all bashful! You know that sort of thing is totally your M.O." He said, "So you like giving blowjobs? And supposedly you're good at it." He shrugged. Now it was my turn to laugh. "What's there to be ashamed of?" He asked
"I'm not ashamed." I said, "But I have an image to uphold here... hello?" I said sarcastically.
"Right, Right..." he agreed. We reached my room and he turned to me. "Ya know you don't have to be such a good girl, kit." He said, "Especially since, I know you're not!" He whispered that last part.
"Well don't blow my cover, okay?" I joked. But in all seriousness I really need him to hush about the things he's seen me do.
"Look, all I'm saying is, if I had your looks, and your boobs, I'd be a bad girl too!" He winked.