Honestly, being a male sugar baby is harder than most think. You constantly balance pride and dependence. I got into it while in college, thinking it’d be easy money. My sugar mom was kind, but the emotional power dynamic hit me harder than expected.
She controlled when we met, how we talked, and even who I followed online. At first, I ignored it — “she’s helping me,” I thought. But over time, I felt smaller, less like myself.
When I finally walked away, she called me ungrateful. Maybe I was. But I wanted to build my own life.
If you’re considering it — know your limits. Don’t lose your identity for convenience. The gifts fade, but self-respect doesn’t.
Now I’m hustling on my own, and weirdly enough, I’ve never felt richer.