#thousandoaks 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.

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

Sex work allowed me to experience times without financially struggling which is something I was not used to.

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.

I’m sure you have heard over and over that communication is key. Yes, but how does one communicate?