Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever been a stripper?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever been to a strip club.
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever done porn?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever watched porn.
You’re the reason we exist.
You’re the demand to our supply.
If you disdain sex workers, don’t you dare consume our labor.
As they say in the industry, “People jack off with the left hand and point with the right.”
No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.
Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day.
A hand on my thigh. That is
what I’m thinking about, most of the
A hand slipping under my dress,
the other holding the steering wheel,
and me, upright in the passenger’s
Always fearless in love, like
I’ve had practice.
Look, I know you’re sick of
hearing about the skin of it all, but
I’m not done being shameless
with where I want to be touched.
A hand pressed lightly against
my neck. Lips grazing
the apple of my bottom lip.
Your name like a tongue over the
ridges of my teeth.
Your body like a downpour
with me dancing underneath
The day you told me you loved me,
neither of us believed in love.
There was a loneliness in our relationship
that only roses could fill -
that only late night confessions could disguise -
that only “lay under the stars with me” kind of silences could
try and make it okay.
we did not understand patience.
we only knew that oranges start
to rot when they get soft
and we did not want to be soft.
we did not want to rot.
we did not want to be alone.