I dont recognize the people in this town anymore.
It doesn’t feel like home. It feels so alone.
I want to move on, but have the tantamount feeling
of the fear of leaving
and can’t get past the fact
that I’m grieving myself.
I’m grieving for the loss of my own identity.
You made me new, and when you left-
the new skin you gave me began to shed
piece by piece
and I began to grieve because
there was nothing underneath.
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.”"