Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever been a stripper?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever been to a strip club.
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever done porn?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever watched porn.
You’re the reason we exist.
You’re the demand to our supply.
If you disdain sex workers, don’t you dare consume our labor.
As they say in the industry, “People jack off with the left hand and point with the right.”
(Source: stripperina, via tunalips)
Dropping out, moving to Nashville, and livin’ in my car.
Nashville is my favorite city in America because it’s a tiny Portland with more Wicca shit and a ton of Steak n’ Shakes. The best part is that it’s all wrapped up in the southern comfort I love,minus the whole country music thing and that Nathan Bedford Forrest Highway.
I had the most fantastic birthday.
My first legal drink: Sketchy Nashville gas station Colt 45.
It feels weird drinking legally now. It takes the fun out of it.