An Open Letter of an Indian Prostitute | Feministaa
Last night, I saw a really cute guy pass by. Driving a big car, a bit tipsy but sane enough to drive. I wouldn’t mind going with him… But he looked right through me. I understood, my clothes are now too tacky for someone like that. Usually I walk up to clients, but today I felt shy. The same feeling lingered inside when I had my first crush! It’s amazing to see, that even after all these years, I can have such feelings.
Read more:- https://feministaa.com/an-open....-letter-of-an-indian
Like
Comment
Share
