You don't need to be sure to belong here
Some women are simply here. They know why. And then there may be you. You won't be the only one. For the first time as a client of sex work. For the first time with a woman. Or for the first time simply for yourself.
I could ask you: can you swim?
And you could say: I know how to float.
What do you bring?
Come as you are. Or as you always wanted to be. You don't need to know anything, don't need to commit. You don't have to be a lesbian. But you can. You don't have to dress up. But you can. You don't have to play a role. But you can. What matters most is that you're here.
I take you with everything you already are and won't tell you what you're missing.
What are you ashamed of?
Maybe you know this cloud. I know it so well I barely know myself without it. It has hovered over me since I was expected to be someone. I am not free of shame because I show myself naked and in public as a whore. Imagine we lean back to back. We mirror each other without having to look each other in the eyes. Once words have left the body, they belong to both of us. Nothing leaves this room. We have each other's backs.
Still hesitating?
You don't have to have made up your mind to reach out to me. Sometimes I start a sentence and finish the thought at home. Your home could be rose-red. Dream with me.