Client: I'll be your sub! DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH ME!
Me: ADHD is like living with an errant 2 year old. I'm in a permanent battle to avoid starving to death, burning down the kitchen or leaving the house without trousers. I DO NOT NEED TWICE THE AMOUNT OF HUMAN TO LOOK AFTER!
I'm at my hottest when I'm ill. I know this because my phone always rings off the hook when I'm bedridden, covered in snot and completely unable to work.
Drove an hour to a client who txt me as I arrived to say he'd be 40mins late. He was "too broke" to afford any extra cash. Drove home. My self-respect is worth more than my hourly rate.
You CAN pay rent in self-respect, right? 🤔
*Bulky parcel arrives in the post*
Me: Ooo, I wonder what it is??
Postman: *flips it over*
We both stare at the lable.
"Freedoms Condom Shop"
Ah. It would be the 216 condoms I forgot I'd ordered then...
#RentboyProblems#SexworkerProblems
Woo, Twitter, in their greatness, have hidden my client-facing twitter, presumably for nudity 😱
My posts are still visible, but engagement is down 90% 😒
All bodies are miracles. Every day I get down on my knees and I pray to God and say Dear God, thank you for this meat sculpture you have imprisoned my immortal soul in. I will find a witch to undo your curse and when I am released we’ll see who smites who now you son of a bitch.
when your friend borrows your phone and you accidentally left your porn tab open and them accidentally coming across it and you having to rIP it out of their hands
Me: I’m a companion; I look like a model, socialize like a queen, fuck like a porn star, research like a detective, manage like a CEO. I got this.
Also me: sometimes I have to dig through the trash to re-read instructions for microwave burritos.