I left my heart…

It is hard to concentrate. The constant speakeasy that tours around in a rented mini-van, occasionally spilling onto the steps of city hall and federal buildings, keeps the discussions simultaneously focused and insane. How this group manages to throw issues around the weight of my luggage without flinching is an art we refine over time. Each year, to be specific.

These women are amazing. Amazing and lovely and tough and articulate and thoughtful and driven and sexy. Late and loud and sometimes even cruel, but damn are they sexy. I am honored to be a sister. I am proud to be a sex worker.

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