Diary of a clapped middle-aged lady still peddling flesh
Lewd and stupid, read at your own risk!
The death and life of Anne Greene.
As the wellness industry has drifted from neoliberal to hard right, I am given pause to reflect on my own history with supplements.
We all owe Clever Hans an apology.
Having an unearthly beauty is something else entirely, and in my experience the way you know you have it is that people keep trying to give you things.
I always thought I’d die renting so the process of buying property was something I was completely unprepared for.
Speculative (?) fiction based on the minutiae of being an online sex worker in the 2010s.
Things we should own communally: Computer printers. One of the great scams of our time.
I don’t believe in God but I think we’re here to help each other and cats are here to protect us from ghosts.
Once a year I have to go to Ōtautahi Christchurch for work. This is not traditionally a place of thriving for me.
There’s a type of guy online who apparently thinks and talks about little else other than how much sex women are having.
After however many years of psychic damage incurred from infinite scrolling it’s time to shit with my feet, or vote on the pot, or something.