GRAY NYMPHO MONOLOGUES

Sex Sells

and it always has . . .

Image by DONGHWAN KIM from Pixabay

Notch #1: My spaceship for the year I turn sixty-nine was launched on New Year’s Day.

Back around 2016, I wrote a poem expressing my relief that there was no such thing as internet or social media, back when I was a slut. Glad nobody could broadcast all the penises this nymphomaniac had been licking like a lollipop, back in the day when free love was the norm.

How quaint.

That’s like looking back to when we used to think: politicians need to have a modicum of respectability and avoid deep-swamp conflicts of interest. Expecting those in office to serve the people, not the interest of billionaires. Expecting our leaders not to lie nonstop.

My, how things have changed.

I never heard of OnlyFans until recently. There are other similar websites, but this seems to be where sex-ish activities can be peddled for an income that sometimes reaches millions of dollars per year.

Paid sex has become respectable.

Capitalism can make sow scat respectable in time.

I’m not looking to become a paid sex worker, although I should, given the poverty I bask in. Frankly, I’m sick of working…