sex work is work, period : a podcast recorded at the beginning of quarantine....and we’re just talking about porn again i guess #alsowaaaaaytoomuchacid #105

“monsters!!!!”
a tiny scream turns to a tiny roar as all the tiny waring ships begin to pull and tug their ships away. tiny bodies fall over the edges of quickly turning ships and splash tinie tiny in the calm lapping waters of the calm and lapping bay.
{{{::”d000004t rug””!!
‘yes! don’t run!’
‘wait, talk with us!’
“why do you fight so fierce??”
tiny hearts tremble from fearless chests and booming souls. a tiny pause ensues as the winds fade and everything sails to still.
““WE FIGHT FOR FREEDOM!””
a tiny and mighty roar echoes forth from all sides.
‘then why do you fight each other’
it is the first time the tinies have thought and yelled this thought in sync, the first time they have turned to each other and wondered why, why do they fight. it is a greatly tiny first thought.
“We have always fought for us!” they yell as
“We have always fought for us.” others yell in shock and sync
Both sides begin to see each other and wonder for the first in a long time why DO we fight?
‘we have come a long way’
‘and have longer to go’
“but perhaps tonight we can eat and rest and talk?”
{{__)yeah w33”r3 hungray, we need 400000df, s7up f!1ght, feeedb up”@#@ 
a tiny hero stands proud upon a deck. “never trust the gods. they turn us against.”
and a sudden and mighty wind pours forth and tiny ships pull sails taught as they all quickly begin to sail away. the fallen and overboard are easily reclaimed, but not always on the right ship as all the ships sail into a misty fog rolling thick into the bay, disappearing from view. 4 gals stand bewildered and lost in their tiny magic ship as it continues to float ahead, lazily onward and closer towards the near by empty beach.