MY BAROMETER IS FUCKED
When I work this much it’s difficult to gage if I’m being inappropriate in front of non-sex worker friends. Even sans booze. I feel it bubbling up and coming out of my mouth. If I were to say these things to dancers or hookers it would most likely go unnoticed, but to standard folk, I don’t know. I’m spending more time around crazy strippers and drunk customers these days; hence the lack of normalcy. Although, as I’ve have argued from an early age, what’s normal? It was a major point of contention at thirteen and now a mere drunken afterthought. I’m actually struggling to behave in a socially acceptable manor. Not conservative, mind you, but less like a sex-craved freakazoid. It’s a fine line I suppose. Where does Sita start and Shannon end?