So, I’ve kind of been losing my mind for the past few days. I don’t think I’m alone, although I feel sort of alone and suspicious of everyone I see walking down the street. I know those blue bracelets are performative, but could we have them right now because I need to know who the fascists are. Or the people who don’t know the word fascist because their education wasn’t good enough to learn that word or the history of it.
See, I’m not like really…sane….on a good day. I’m a perimenopausal woman in my 40s. I also have no good reason to do sex work other than that I seem to like it. Like I COULD get a respectable, professional job. I just hate respectable, professional jobs. I have done them. I enjoy denying men orgasms to be NICE to them. I’m technically polyamorous but also sort of hate “polyamorous people.” If you were polyamorous, you would know what I mean by that because polyamorous people can be very annoying.
So, I was sort of crazy and weird before the election results. And this hasn’t helped. I am totally the kind of person MAGAs think are ruining this country, and I’m fine with that. But if you saw me you would just think I was a soccer mom. Let us chronicle the last few days.
- There was a lot of my husband and me and my partner and me doing the, “I just don’t understand how Americans could be so stupid” thing. Repeat that over and over until you just want to kill yourself.
- There was the canceling of subscriptions of oligarchs except I couldn’t get rid of my Amazon Prime because I’m addicted and I don’t like leaving my house. There was also emailing that no one will ever read to said oligarchs giving them a piece of my mind about why I will not be using their services again like they care or it matters. (It only matters if you’re Bud Light and you weirdly make a trans influencer your spokeswoman.)
- There was me writing in large capital letters on all of my Niteflirt listings that I WILL NOT TALK TO TRUMP VOTERS. I HATE YOU ALL.
- Then there was me doubting that decision because I like money and taking it down.
- Then putting it back up again.
- Then making fun of a guy who was butthurt I wouldn’t talk to him because he was a Trumper and had no self-reflection on why I hated him. And yes that was actually fun. It is called consequences. And they can affect your dick.
- Then I tried to commiserate with some fellow PSOs about it and some of them shamed me. Because it’s not just men who can be cunts.
- (Some were nice and supportive.)
- Then there was me deciding I was going to not address politics on Niteflirt and then immediately a guy calling me asking me if I did “political domination,” and I spent the next fifteen minutes telling him he was a pathetic tiny dicked loser who couldn’t satisfy anyone but his overlord master Peter Thiel.
- Then being upset I made him happy by insulting him.
- Then taking the money I made and donating it to a transgender law organization and emailing the dude a thank you note with screenshot from the donation. (That was actually kind of fun, and I thought…could I do this? I could donate a lot of money, but I also might have a stroke.)
So, that’s how things are going. I was also mean to sissies, felt bad about being mean to sissies, was sort of mean again. Created a BlueSky account, although it’s annoying because the clips sites will only autopost to Elon Musk. Tried to make really MEAN audios so I could at least capitalize on my fury but frustratingly discovered that I can’t make good audios when I’m angry because when I’m angry I get flustered and lose my train of thought and start to cry.
Maybe they would like to pay for my liberal tears, although let’s be honest. The market for them is glutted.