@druid i think the reconciliation depends on the first statement being a rebuttal to you there - the idea that sex work is automatically soul-damaging, and selling "the things inside you that cannot be replaced".
the idea is that sex work is *just* work. all work is soul-sucking - but sex work is not egregiously or especially so, is the point being made. it should exist outside of the idea that it is especially tainted, dirty, or harmful due to being sex work.
and for some reason i disagreed totally. the fountain did not aesthetically go with the surroundings at all, but it was being well maintained and had been preserved well, and people got to come appreciate it, even if they were coming in to bowl. it even had (in the basin part of the fountain) a bunch of coins in it - but they were all tokens from the little arcade.
then we went glow-in-the-dark bowling so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ dunno what THAT means lmfao
i had a dream a couple nights ago with one detail i keep remembering and i am puzzled why
namely, i was part of a group going bowling and another person got really upset about a fountain in the bowling alley lobby. the fountain was made as a kind of showpiece for a bronze sculpting company in like 1910 or so, full art nouveau, showing Echo and Narcissus, and was eventually sold off to this bowling alley. the other member of the group kept being mad about how it should be in a museum, etc.
re: a wigglytuff plays breath of the wild
@monorail as soon as link undergoes the trial of upgrading his smartphone i mean sheika slate with amazon app, i'm ordering him a nice cozy sweater
and with one-day shipping, too! (because it's going on zelda's credit card. sorry not sorry princess.)
in which a wigglytuff whines TMI-ily about a minor health annoyance
i appreciate that my body is no longer going for marathon periods, however, i now have a couple days of light flow coupled with tons of clots
which ends up just with little tiny clots sticking up the place
being itchy
and irritating
i need a fucken pressure wash or some shit
honestly, if i wouldn't feel bad about suckering people into bullshit, i could be a *fantastic* purveyor of flimflammery
like i know enough history, have an english degree, and can wikipedia world mythology, i could write one hell of a pack of bull to pass off some type of ~folksy mysticism~
...
but if i get the spoons to do that, i should prolly just sell out in a way i'm comfortable with first, e.g., write that erotica novel l m f a o
@matt lmao i know that mood very well
if i ever abandon my last scruples i'm gonna be on there selling haunted dolls on ebay because fuck it, i got an english degree, people want a bit of tat with a compelling story, let's do this shit who cares
30 y/o - token cishet - tumblr refugee. spoonie/15 chronic conditions in a trenchcoat/actual cyborg. just hangin' in there