Love Will Tear Us Apart Again

The voice of too many punters is of love. Love that strangles, love that tortures, love that poisons. Love that tear every prostitute apart again. To know that voice of that punter is reach into the roots of hate and violence that is prostitution. To be prostituted, is to know word of love is a

Hope is Dead

I cannot express my prostituted Self without speaking to the death of hope. I found hope made prostitution unbearable. To know and allow hope to be too real, when prostitution appeared to be endless, was the main way to lose sanity. But to life without hope was in itself a living death. So welcome to

AWAY, BUT BACK NOW

I have been away from writing. This is for many reasons, but mainly trauma and moving . It was not helped by Corvid, making me hide away. That is an excuse not the cause. Rather I have found hard to concentrate on my abolitionist work, for my mind has empty or wanting to block that