Prostituting the Projector

Rather... a little guide on how to "make money" based on your Human Design type.

I was 19 when I put on a pair of heels and a corset, heading to my first day. The women were already in the living area, which smelled of hair spray, curling irons, and drugstore cosmetics. One of the more seasoned women, who had worked there for ten years, smiled, waved me over, and said, “Come on. Training.”

Our heels clicked down the hall while she explained how this client preferred brutality. “Don’t leave a mark,” she told me, “but make him feel it.” She entered the code into a dim room where there was a man restrained in an interesting pose. Within a single step into the room, she transformed into the type of woman who would hit your knuckles with a ruler in front of the class. I took a breath and followed suit, grabbing the closest tool I could find.

It took me a month to get comfortable becoming Lily, my persona. She was a leather crop posed as a delicate librarian wearing glasses. My mentors learned quickly that Lily could stomach those who requested excessive cruelty and funneled those clients to me. These became my ideal clients, as they say.

Whenever a client entered, the women would go in one by one until the client chose the prized horse for the session. Curvy girl? Demure woman? Dommy mommy who will step on you? We all acted out our personas, our individual branding.

Pose.
Choose your signature color palette.
Market yourself.

That’s how you attract the ideal client, right?

Then Lily didn’t want to be Lily, the sweet one who could make your psychological nightmares come true, anymore. Lily wanted to be Bella, like the nightshade. Bella specialized in sharp objects and things from a Tarantino movie.

Until Bella didn’t want to be Bella anymore.

Because we rebrand as we go, right?

Lily and Bella were successful because they didn’t mind staring into the eyes of a man who was giggling with anticipation and then making him cry for Jesus five minutes later. They were the makings from a Projector, the type who penetrates right through a person’s soul and knows what to cut.

With invitation, of course. I wasn’t in the business of whipping random people on the subway.

All a client ever needed to do was talk to me. Ramble. Plead. Cry. Laugh. I’d pull the requests out. I’d bleed the soul to spill the truth.

There is no hiding from a Projector’s aura once the invitation is sent.

That is how Lily made money.

Also how Bella made money.

And yes, this is how I currently make money, though I’ve now traded whips and needles for Human Design charts and a pen.

When Projectors ask me how they can make money using their Human Design, they’re unlikely to be in my former industry. I doubt I’d advise them to beat a confessional out of a tortured man.

Application.

That’s the way to make money through one’s Human Design type.

Manifestor? You’ve seen the world ten steps ahead of the rest of us. Those who aren’t afraid of your vision want you to use us. We want to be a part of what you’re building. We’re begging.

Manifesting Generator? You’ve got the rhythm. The pacing. Put down that how to be consistent book and acknowledge that your neurodivergence isn’t something that needs to be fixed just so you can be seen as worth paying.

Generator? Following your passion is a scam. Finding something that makes you feel alive is for the privileged or the lucky, though I condemn neither. Put gasoline in the car or push it uphill, whichever fits your situation. Pour gasoline on the car and set it on fire or let it roll back down the hill, whichever feels appropriate. Adjust. You understand what the collective and individual need and you are irreplaceable because of it.

Projector? Hang on now, wait a minute. You’re not here to plead for invitation or hand out flyers outside of Walmart. Put the breadcrumbs out and lead it to your door. Wait for them to knock, and then you can decide whether their soul is ready for your eyes. Invitation is a two-way game.

Reflector? Commitment is your stage. You see everything, and as with the phases of the moon, you can twist the vision in all directions. You taste it. You step in and live within it. Cut. Stitch. Soothe. Speak. Everyone claims they want to be seen. The ones who are actually ready will throw cash for the honesty of Reflectors.

You have some context now. There’s no magic how-to-get-rich guide.