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Sesta Fosta Fall Out

I was listening to the radio earlier today and a man who was being interviewed said he personally knows of five adult service providers, who have died in the past three weeks, since Sesta Fosta was passed and implemented. He knows of five, personally. And he is just one person. Imagine how many more there are out there.

The people who do sex work live precariously on the edge of survival. Something like this can catapult them into homelessness very quickly. The quicksand of homelessness is just a long slow miserable torturous death. Overdose is a much more appealing way to go. Unfortunately, only two of the women committed suicide. One was "accidentally" killed in a domestic violence dispute, which always increases in times of tremendous financial stress. Two were murdered walking the street, which they wouldn't have been doing, if they could have found clients on the internet and screened them.

The statistics will probably never be released.

What's happening is a combination of genocide, homicide and suicide. The government is committing genocide by wiping out the advertising venues of everyone because there are a few bad apples in the midst. The hard core hobby lobby committed homicide by insisting on indiscreetly putting service providers at risk. Service providers committed suicide by blatant advertising in rebellion of moral law, which made it impossible for the government to distinguish them from sex slave traffickers.

I'll Be 100

I was lying next to my lover in bed one night and whispered in his ear, “There is song that reminds me of you.”
“What is it?” He asked.

“I'm going to learn it and sing it for you,” I replied.

“I’d be honored!” He said quietly, as the HVAC clicked on and the sound of the motor muffled his words.

It sounded to me like he said, “I’ll be a hundred!”

Wondering if I had just been insulted, or what, I didn’t know how to respond. I decided to breath and think about the situation. I remained silent for a moment or two contemplating the predicament I was in. Was he expecting me to laugh at his joke, or was he being passive aggressive because he was annoyed at me? He writes beautiful music. I had yet to learn any of his songs. It seemed like a subtle attempt at shaming me into practicing the piano more often. Instead of presuming what he meant, I decided to inquire further.

“I am not sure how to respond to that!” I said.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“Well, should I laugh, or do you want me to practice the piano more often?”

“Neither! Why do you ask?” He replied.

“Because you think it will take me forty years to learn the song,” I said.

“I don’t think we should put a time line on it,” He replied.

“Well I agree, especially not 40 years!” I said.
“What do you mean by that?” He asked.

“It will be 40 years before you are 100 years old!” I explained.

“What does that have to do with any of this?” He inquired.

“You just told me you'll be 100 years old before I sing the song for you!”

“No I didn’t!” He said.

 “Well what did you say then?” I asked.

“I said I would be honored!” He explained.

 “Oh! Okay then! Never mind!” I said.

We both had a really good laugh. He thanked me for having the patience to figure out what he really said without getting angry. But there was a time when I would have blown up as soon as I misunderstood. We would have had a great big fight over nothing. Neither of us would have ever known why. The relationship would have been over. He would have been convinced that I was crazy. It is nice to know I can do things differently now.