It’s 2089. all cops have been replaced by genetically modified dogs that let children pet them, help old ladies cross the street, chase down criminals, never eat donuts, bark at cat-callers, analyze dna, easily track down murders, pee on white collar criminals, and tear the faces off of rapists. utopia has been reached.
How was this accomplished you ask?
Well its simple
Dogs are colorblind
oh my god
I’m not “selling my body” any more than a masseuse, or a construction worker, or a physical trainer, or a circus performer. On stage, I perform dance and pole tricks in exchange for tips. In lapdances, I provide people with a fantasy of intimacy. I use my body for work, just like any other physical laborer. Just because my form of labor involves nudity and sexuality doesn’t mean I’m selling any part of myself. My body never exchanges owners at work. It is always mine.
when i find stretch marks on my thighs i make a point of smooching them because they’re just doing their best at keeping the all-powerful immortal Being within me from ripping my mortal shell asunder in a blaze of heavenly glory and eviscerating the cosmos in my divine wrath