passing?”A John’s Funeral
Friend and I were catching up on what life has become for us without sex work
We laugh at the similarities of not dating or getting into a relationship
“forever alone” we joke
We talk about how neither of us has had sex since we exited
4–5 years for me 3–4 years for her
Sex for us both has always been a transaction of some sort
She then asks “Did you get the message about passing?”
I nod and laugh thinking about this John
We talk about how he was a decent trick who we both saw
twice a week, we laugh about how strict he was
on about which days of the week he’d meet us
Monday mornings and Thursday afternoons for her
Friday early evenings and Sunday afternoons for me
She asks if we should attend the funeral with a giggle
I think to myself “Is there etiquette to attend a Trick’s funeral?”
just cause he was a good fuck, paid well and great cock for an older man
I get lost in this thought, my friend shakes me out the rabbit hole
“Wanna go?” I laugh, they start sharing memories
We will go up, “Here we are to pay our respects to this man, he paid fucking well
and tipped too. also a great fuck” my friend adds “Great cock too”
In a fit of laughter, we fall into one another