Imagine showing up to work every day but not knowing if you can pay your bills. Imagine showing up to work every day, doing the same thing, except one month you made $2500 and on the same platform the next month you don’t even break $500. In the past, your good months carried your slower months, but good months are harder to come by as cost of living rises, and customers have less spending money. You still show up (because this is your job) and push through hoping it’s just a bad month and not the new normal. You fight the urge to be reactive and make changes to how you operate your business—because maybe it’s not external factors, maybe you’re a failure now and everything you do sucks? We love to get stuck in our heads and take every bad day, session, month, etc. personal. Nevertheless, we put on our make up and try our best to set all that uncertainty and stress off the side without letting it erode our confidence or spark. Inside we’re struggling, but we put on a smile. Inside, the anxiety is crippling but the truth isn’t sexy and sexy is the job. And now… Imagine pushing through the stress to show up to work only to discover: — You’ve been deplatformed and no longer have access to your community or customers. Congratulations! Now you get to start over. — The powers that be decided the porn you’ve been filming is now too obscene. It’s not illegal, but you can’t sell it anywhere! Oops! Now the inventory you can profit from shrinks and you lost hours/days/weeks/months/years of your work. This is the reality sex workers wake up to every fucking day, and it takes it’s toll.