Part 1 of 3: The Dorm Room Hustle: Clark Atlanta Edition

Back when I was enrolled at Clark Atlanta University, I had two living arrangements like I was running a double-life sitcom. On-campus, I had a room tucked in Paschal’s. Shoutout to the late-night burgers and Student Specials. Off-campus, I held down a slick little apartment at 710 Peachtree Street, right in the thick of Midtown, where the rent was high and the neighbors minded their business.

📽️ I got tight with the founder of 404girls.com. Atlanta’s underground ambassador of adult content with a camera and a dream. What started as asking questions and helping out turned into a full blown creative partnership. I was trimming clips, color grading, throwing music overlays on scenes like it was a Sundance submission. And we weren’t just editing; we were innovating… or at least pushing the boundaries of online content. 404girls.com was definitely the blueprint to black amateur porn.

Then came the pitch: “You ever thought about starting your own site?”

I laughed.

He didn’t.

Before I knew it, swatsgirls.com was born. Named after the legendary Southwest Atlanta streets that raised half the city’s rappers and all the aunties who can cook. I used Clark Atlanta’s school-issued cameras and lights like I was prepping for a communications final, except instead of interviews and documentaries, it was scenes set in my dorm room starring folks who were enrolled at Clark, Spelman, Morris Brown or Morehouse.

🎭 The plot twist? My Resident Director showed up in one of the scenes, in a mask. He and his brother were not only talent but they were my recruiters. You can’t write that. Or maybe you can, because I just did. The man who was supposed to be checking fire alarms and regulating curfews was out here moonlighting like a Marvel villain with better perks.

We edited everything with my personal setup, kept the files clean, metadata cleaner, and marketed it on the hush—because in the realm of campus entrepreneurship, discretion was the sauce.

To be continued…