@charlietnyc may have been here

As an Adult Entertainer, aka Sex Worker, this lifestyle can get pretty lonely. Especially for those of us that aren’t close to our family

We’ve come a few teeny steps forward on the stigma-front (to all the SW activists, thank you friends you’re so brave and so excellent, I wish I was brave too but I’m so fucking tired) but it feels like the only SWers that some of society is willing to accept are a niche bunch: ritch bitches.

We should treat our bodies and our homeland as a temple as much as we can, otherwise let your health or quality of living become unsustainable.

In November of last year, I finally got back to work. But slipping back into sex work was far more difficult than I’d expected.

Whether you smell good. Whether you’re freshly shaved. Whether you’ve bothered to put on a clean shirt. When you make an effort, your worker knows you’re investing more than just money into the encounter - that you see the meeting as a special occasion.