@blissfulsensation may have been here

Someone held me up at gunpoint last night. I’ll never forget the smell of his cologne or the brick butterflies banging around in my belly swiftly moving my partially digested spam Masubi to my colon.

Are you friends with a sex worker? Here’s what being a bestie - and an ally - really means.

Whenever my job is mentioned in newspapers, blogs, or magazines, the same tropes tend to pop up: moral panic, drug abuse, violence. Journalists quote us selectively, so that it sounds as if we’re living out the sex-negative, whorephobic stereotypes the public are used to consuming.

Setting up business as an independent sex worker means putting a lot of information about ourselves online: our photos, our carefully-written advertising text, and our working names. This content is valuable because it brings in clients (and income).

I am curating alternate realities–realities where Black women are safe to submit; where white men understand their true place, and understand that it is an honor and divine privilege to serve Black women.