We used to dance all the time. Crank the music up. The house is empty. We have sold most stuff to pay for food. We got twenty bucks for the speakers.

It’s like living in the House of Usher.

A dull dark and soundless day.

Dancing is the past.

There is no future.

You cannot call sex work a future.

Humiliation sex is not a future.

But we’ll do it.

Mostly, it’s just jacking off while the tricks laugh at you.

Bring it on.

We will strategize. We will make them pay and pay.