I want you to imagine that you& #39;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& #39;re really friendly too. Giving out advice and answering most comments.
You love the pictures of the cakes they post. You frequently hit that love button.
They& #39;re really friendly too. Giving out advice and answering most comments.
So one day when you& #39;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& #39;m making plans for when lockdown is over and I& #39;ve always wanted a pineapple pecan flan"
Excited, you message them: "hey I& #39;m making plans for when lockdown is over and I& #39;ve always wanted a pineapple pecan flan"
You get a cheery message back: "oh hey I& #39;m sure I can do that for you, flans are a speciality!"
What& #39;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.
What& #39;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?