COVID Resurrection and my “Work”

I have a date with a hot dean of a law school on New Year's Eve and I swear to God! If I get COVID now, I will be so pissed! I have been double masking and have relatively stayed indoors for the last three years. I got a job as a paraprofessional at a high school and I have been seeing empty seats lately. Surprise surprise, COVID cases are rising again. Daddy Dean and I had previous plans, but he got infected with the once feared COVID; I didn't have NYE plans so why not end the year with a bang (literally), so we rescheduled to the night of Dec 31, 2022. He was originally going to take me to the Hilton in downtown SF and I would've fulfilled my fantasy of dressing slutty, putting on slutty make-up, and making love all night long. 

Sex workers are never included in sociopolitical conversations. We're seen as dirty, corrupt, and "no work ethic." Do you know how hard it is to be an independent sex worker? We have to account for safety, not only sexual health safety, but bad and misinformed clients. We also have to be our own accountants, scheduler, body guards, and researchers. Yes, researchers, because I don’t want my body to be found by some pretentious jogger with a quaint condo and stresses about the ethicality of eating a cow (I’m pescatarian, just to throw it out there). I deserve more respect than that. Don't get me wrong, I've had more respectful clients (some have stayed for years and never had penile-vaginal intercourse), but when I promote my sex work, I'm flooded with responses such as, "give me a preview," "how about a gift card," I don't have money," and of course, "I don't pay for sex." I usually block, but occasionally I rebel and inform them on sex work. Some of them absorb what I say and some don't. 

Regarding COVID, both my housemate and I are immunocompromised; they have severe asthma and I am a medical mystery (iykyk, if not, that's for another time). I'm so annoyed at this country; the neglect of individuals. I'd rather be in the Philippines if it weren't for the weather. Actually, no, I’d stay here. Though America is, well, Amerikkka, the socioeconomic status is better in Amerikkka. I almost threw up while thinking about typing this last sentence…

Ending Generational Trauma

I finally got to hang out with my 14-year-old niece who just came back from a trip to Europe; England and France. I enthusiastically asked if I could see pictures and I was happily surprised that she didn't take pictures! Before I continue, here's my relationship with her: she came to America with her two older brothers and mother. The mother is openly racist to bipoc communities so fuck her for that, but I do appreciate her stance on abortion because her oldest son got a girl pregnant and she paid for the abortion. Doesn't excuse her racism, but I'm very happy I didn't have to take care of another child. My niece is more of a daddy's girl, like her aunt (ME). My brother (her father) can be quite invasive, even making rape jokes in front of his young, strong daughter and sister (again, ME). He even kicked me out while I was temporarily staying with them for simply defending my stance about how he treats his family. He's also a recovering gambler.

The fact that I openly and freely discussed the trauma of our families is so important! She knows I'm atheist, but I admit it is difficult for me to accept the fact that she does believe in Jesus and God. Although, she knows that Jesus wasn't white. I'm simply so proud of, not only her, but me! I can die happy knowing that I've ended generational trauma in my very Catholic family.