One of the doctors at STanford wanted to talk to my parents during the family meeting about the fact that I was prostitute even though I've already told my folks. d.
I thought it was highly inappropriate. d. And unnecessary. What did it have to do with my mental illness? None. I wasn't even currently working. d.
People are fascinated by it, and horrified (some, I'm sure, are disgusted). They have mixed feelings.
I told him that they already knew. d.
The stigma is huge.
As far as I know, the subject never actually came up.
The world is not free. You are not free to be whoever you want to be. Artist. Dancer. d. Etc. I am learning that the hard way. d. It has consequences. If you are special or gifted or just flat weird, you will suffer. NO.
Prostitution is illegal.
I chose a different path in life, and suffer some consequences because of it. d.
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