My desire isn’t for a world full of hip alternative strip clubs, run by “sex-positive” or “radical” bosses, populated by Chomsky-spewing customers whose desire for “authenticity” necessitates an increasingly emotionally-invasive performance of enthusiastic consent
grin and bare it all: against liberal conceptions of sex work (via allslost)
AN INCREASINGLY EMOTINALLY INVASIVE PERFORMANCE OF ENTHUSIASTIC CONSENT. SHOTS FUCKING FIRED.
wow I’ve never seen it put into words like this but that’s exactly how I feel
I hated all my customers when I was stripping, but the ones I resent the most even today were the ones who felt they were owed my ~*~real personality~*~ because we had a drink together and talked about something slightly more intelligent than small talk.