Sex work really is real work. Have to put in working hours, create a base of regulars, know the signs of people who want to waste your time. Mitigate the cost of sitting and boredom. Even then, there is no guaranteed money. Sex work is real work.

Jokes on YOU, it’s ever present and inseparable from what I am.

Jokes on me. THANKS MOM.

EXPLORERS IN THE FURTHER REGIONS OF EXPERIENCE. DEMONS TO SOME, ANGELS TO OTHERS.

Pink lady apples, Sugar Bee apples a close second. Both crisp, but SB being sweeter and a bit crunchier. Pink lady gets me with the sour though, so good.

Cara cara oranges for sure. Shower orange of choice. So juicy!!

Normal red cherries in the summer. None of that rainier stuff.

I bust for the pink lady

Cara cara oranges are so special and yummy.

Pink lady is my favorite apple ever. Crisp, sweet, sour. Perfection. I eat them almost every day.

I was all… the game? What game? Ooh fuck THE GAME!!

Gravy.

Obligatory “I love Harlan Ellison.”

What if it is just a coping mechanism for trauma? I… my stomach is full, but I remain empty.

Oh no

Oh no it’s HONKening!

You mean plastic bubbles?

Whoa you big leaguer you. Eviscerated.

Also heart attack by pooping. I’ll keep masturbating and pooping, tyvm.

This agenda of personal responsibility is exactly what keeps us from holding the true guilty parties accountable. This is like saying the abuser isn’t the abuser, because you can go to therapy or leave any time. But we can’t leave any time.

Love,

A work from home vegan.

Yeah but it tarnishes. Gets an “oil slick” on the surface. Hard to remove.

You ate it, my love. Wait until next mealtime.

I AM THE LIQUOR