i feel like the life of being a sex worker should come with a warning.
even if we see folks with nice shit after fuckin’ all their days,
that doesn’t mean true happiness.
money doesn’t mean shit when you have sold your soul tbh.
i was thinking about something the other day. you know i like to stew on topics before we chat about it on the foxhole.
i was thinking about all this fuckin’ everyone is doing for a living…
it’s no secret that most gays are mixxy and on the scene.
since it’s such a small community,
we tend to be knowneven if we attend a few events.
i was talking to one of my favorite foxholers in my ig dms today.
he was showing me all of the sexy mixxy gays i’ve seen on ig.
most of them have a ton of followers,
and they’re always all over the place,
but i had to wonder…
so i had to go to the unemployment office today.
i wasn’t excited about it,
but it was going to be my last meeting with them.
this was the last before my unemployment comes to an end.
when i got there,
it was pretty crowded,
but the pink pass i had was to go meet with someone. as i passed this time… Continue reading “Don’t Come Too Fast! (I’m Not Ready Yet!)”