Unalive with Thought

the long and short of it is that legalization means gov/police involvement whereas decrim means we are free to work without fear of penalty. to be blunt cops rape and murder us a lot so any path that reduces our exposure to them is a safer one for us. on top of that you can look at legal brothels in places like nevada and see pretty clearly that involvement of the law has not protected those workers from exploitation just locked them into narrower avenues. dont even get me started on the nordic model. in a city where its decriminalized my professional peers and I have a lot more options in terms of how we meet clients, how we keep ourselves safe and how we charge.

I worked in this city before it was decriminalized. the spa I worked at was raided by cops ( who had already been paid off) at least 3 times while I was there. the weight off my shoulders being able to work without the fear of state sanctioned assault and ending up an 'NHI' hanging over me is priceless.

here's a resource that isnt just one guy speaking from experience though

I want to feel your hunger in the marrow of my bones. In the way your hands shake when they touch me. Like you’ve been starving in the dark for centuries. And I am the first taste of light.

Do not love me in halves. Do not sip me slow. I want to be devoured. Consumed whole until there is nothing left to second guess.

I want a love that carves its name into the backs of my ribs. So that I feel it every time I breathe.

Do not love me in whispers. Do not ration me like I am something you must conserve. I am not made for patience. Not built for slow burns or waiting games. Touch me like it is the last thing you will ever do. Kiss me like the world is ending. And you want my taste to be the last thing you remember.

I want reckless. I want ruin. The kind of passion that does not fit inside polite conversation. The kind that makes people uncomfortable.

I want you to worship. At the altar of my body. Press prayers into my skin with trembling hands. To hear my name spoken like gospel. Ache for me in rooms I am not in. I want my absence to feel like something missing from your bloodstream.

Don’t give me lukewarm touches and indifferent eyes. I want the fire. The fury. The all consuming. Take me whole. Taste every part of me and never look away.

I don’t want casual. I want you to eat me alive.