Okay, so my family not only doesn't know what I do for a living, they don't know A LOT about my life. Like, I never told them about the time someone held me at gunpoint in a dark alley because I knew they'd freak out and worry about me whenever I was out of their sight. I never told them about my abortion because I knew it would upset them. I never told them when I started having sex... Well, you get the idea. I don't think I'm completely alone with this.
Yesterday (at the peepshow I work at) this guy died. He had a heart attack in one of the booths right after the girl's show. She heard him but thought he was cuming. I watched the videos today (because I knew him and know her and I have a morbid curiosity). Of course, I can't tell my parents. Not because they don't know that I work there (it's also an adult bookstore... they think I work at a typical "adult bookstore" with no girls working in the back). But, because I know that it would make them worry about the kind of place I was working in. It totally sucks. So, I'm blabbing here. It (the guy dying) shouldn't bug me this much, right??
On another note, what a completely fucking HORRIBLE way to die! On the floor of a fucking whack shack! God... He was the sweetest, most shy (most unhappy) guy. He did NOT deserve that. No one deserves that.![]()



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