“Cats teach you consent” my cats will consent to anything! They let me pick em up and spin them above my head like we’re figure skating.

I’m working in DC next month and I’m concerned I won’t be able to keep up with the levels of perversion that place breeds.

The foreboding of “AI girlfriends” makes me even more confident in my job security as an irl swer. That’s just glorified screen time! It signals the kind of alienation from everyday intimacy - begetting even more commodification & consumerism - that anchors our place in society.

What tf do I need to do to my ig algorithm to stop getting anti birth control propaganda? It’s too many girls hip thrusting to captions about quitting the pill.

A man describing six different blacklist-able offenses under his government name for the whole world to read is crazy. The girls need to rob him.

I want to squeeze her little head like a grape.

What if I got a sublet in Chicago and split my working hours between there and LA? What if???

When I am particularly depressed I feel immense gratitude to have a job that accommodates all of my shortcomings and allows me to make a living without the anxiety of getting fired for lack of productivity.

Carrot cake that I struggled to finish and didn’t eat! She’s still cute tho!

Jason Derulo gives me ptsd flashbacks to working in the strip club. I’ll hear “swalla” in public and suddenly my eyes go black and my mouth bends inward into a void.

Clients will say something soooo peculiar and I have to stop myself from asking “do you think this has something to do with your relationship with your father?”

I worked in Chicago once last year and made so much money I decided it’s my favorite city ever.

Granted I haven’t scrolled a dating app in years but the language of “dating markets” is a little too on the nose. The client mindset- methodically curating partners & intimate experiences - is everywhere! To a harlot like me it’s unnerving how much everyone wants predictability.

My daily good habits become unshakeable when I’m procrastinating something important. Sure I missed my tax deadline but I worked out intensely, cleaned my whole house, organized my files and wrote thousands of words in the weeks following up to this fumble.

I know I’m regressing because I made a carrot cake and didn’t eat any of it.

I’m crying.

I’m curious for sex workers who have been banned from your bank, did you have an S corp or LLC?

This dryer lint is totally out of control.

I’d like to be able to say I’m happy as a moderately successful fsswer without anyone taking it as advice or extrapolating anything about the industry from it…. but alas…

Re-reading Dylan’s analysis after Israel murdered seven World Central Kitchen employees in Gaza: