So, at what point do I just give in and admit I work for a lesbian club now?
Maybe it's just that where I work is no longer a draw for anyone but...women. And I'm just not good at targeting them, because while I adore women, in my fifteen years of adult experience on the grid, they don't pay. Flat out. I can still count my female clients on one hand, in all that time, and have fingers left over.
Or this is depression talking, but...one way or another, the all-girl brigade is getting old. Especially as it's not just women, but women who are specifically drawn to women and MAKE THAT PLAIN IN MAIN CHAT, and...that's getting old, too.
Maybe it's finally time to move on.
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