You know what I really wish right now existed in our Dark But Queer Cyberpunk Future?

Well, it's right in the CW. During the Good Old Days, I daydreamed that someday I would be able to make money as a high-end textual courtesan, making an actual living off of my ability to entertain people with kinky esoteric improv for hours on end.

Now, on the rare occasions when I find myself with any libido or energy to start with, I'm the one who seriously wishes they could just pay someone-- somebody AMAZING, who did this everyday, accorded immense respect and courtesy, and had a professional code of ethics to handle all the knotty interpersonal issues of doing a problematic scene-- to do this fucked up rubbercult abduction and betrayal scene I've been craving.

The future SUCKS. Has anybody else noticed that? >____<