Editors note: mentions of abuse.
I’m a sex worker
I also create collage art
I’m interested in my family genealogy to understand who I came from who I can become
I’m a sex worker but I’m also a parent constantly bordering the line of normalcy and a hiding a double life
I’m obsessed with my children’s emotional vocabulary, conscious of the toll that having a parent who is a sex worker can be.
I’m a sex worker and my kids know that I go away on business occasionally.
I’m a sex worker but I also live with the ghosts of my past taking shape in those clients that bear resemblance to my past assailants.
I’m in sex work and have been discriminated against racially, sexually harassed by those who claim to be in the advocacy sector of our industry.
I’m a sex worker and as such I get checked consistently for sexual health purposes.
I’m a sex worker and I question my worth of trying through heavens gates.
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