When I first did sex work, camming, it was the first space I really had where I was valued, but it really is an awful space to rediscover yourself and relearn your patterns to life (which really, is the most precious aspect of one's baby trazzle years)

It's weird how much a survival mechanism that has brought me unexpected wells of hope also embitter me so much to the idea of community and isolate. There's so many cycles of bs, balance can be hard to find