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.
On top of the standard emotional labor that comes with sex work, as a fat sex worker I’m often put in a position to help clients sort through their fatphobia as it relates to my own body.
Herbal care has been passed down through communities for generations - before the professionalization of medicine, women, witches, midwives and family members were the keepers of herbal knowledge.
I'd always dreamed of growing up and being sort of a femme fatale as a child with villains like Catwoman and Poison Ivy as some of my biggest inspirations.
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.
Read more... A Switter user made and posted this sometime in 2018.