> trying to separate sex workers from pole dancing
> trying to condemn sex work while praising pole dancing
> acting like it wasnt fucking sex workers who brought pole dancing into the mainstream
> acting like its “totally feminist” to steal these moves from sex workers and then act like it’s dirty when they do it
Claude Monet, Arm of the Seine near Giverny in the Fog (1897)
I’ve never met cr1tikal but I trust him.
I feel if I was in any horror situation I would be so safe and calm because with any other person they would be screaming and crying but if he and I were trapped in a building surrounded by ravenous mutants he would just be deadpan like “they are so rude I can’t believe this. Let’s blow this Popsicle stand.”
there is nothing more daunting than a 1380928341700398324-word fic with melancholy summary and a hundred different angsty tags without a single allusion to a happy ending