The web is a shield where I can avoid risky appointments by verifying guys before meeting them. However, failing to combat my love of booze and settling for escorting despite having a valuable college degree are conscious decisions I admit to. When my mental health is in a state of flux, I can take a sabbatical or partake in mental health treatment. People like me can check into a hospital for suicidal thoughts or dry out at rehab without losing their job.
I am NOT a hooker, prostitute, femininity worker, etc. And for the album, being a sex worker is an incredibly hard job no pun anticipate so maybe have a little abide by for those who are in so as to trade. But I digress. So anywhere the fuck did that mindset appear from? Pretty sure it started as of the minute some cave woman took something from a caveman and he demanded sex and she said Acceptable. Good job cave woman, you accurately and figuratively screwed all of us. I am NOT obligated to be asleep with you unless of course you threw in a buttload of amethyst. OK, not really.