I want you to imagine that you've been following a patisserie cook on social media for a while.

You love the pictures of the cakes they post. You frequently hit that love button.

They're really friendly too. Giving out advice and answering most comments.

So one day when you've been following them a while, it occurs to you that they could probably bring your favourite imaginary creation to life.

Excited, you message them: "hey I'm making plans for when lockdown is over and I've always wanted a pineapple pecan flan"

You get a cheery message back: "oh hey I'm sure I can do that for you, flans are a speciality!"

What's your next message going to be? Surely an enquiry about the price for such a thing, right?

Surely NOT a request to add you on WhatsApp and talk about cake.

Yeah. So why the FUCK you all treat sex workers that way, then?

I'm very, very good at particular kinds of kinky queer intimacy.

Tell the people I am intimate to varying degrees with who DO materially support me in various ways why you who DOESN'T should have access to my bespoke attention and experience.

I sure as fuck can't see a reason

*sigh* the offender didn't see this, or didn't think it was about him, and has sent me two more messages since I ignored that one. The latest one is just his phone number.

Fuck off like.