"i hate sex work," by Rikard i have a mohawk men like it they know i have an edge and u can do things to me the other boys will not let you do for a price u have to pay me and i will suck your shit covered cock or you can fuck me and whip me cuz i do not really care and i need the money to buy more drugs so i can do more sex work that is why i hate sex work not becuz of some punkass god not becuz u r a health care junkie not becuz u will never find no love out there there is no love to find but becuz eating shit makes me throw up unless i am so goddamn high from bug juice i am going to throw up anyway the nice people do not give a fuck about us this is my life how can people say i can not look at this and then say but we can not help nobody joe trick please just beat me up all u want but if u need me to eat shit it will cost u
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Swift horses, not a fire/ kid wakes up screaming fucking blood/ it was a night of it/ he’s rubbing his eyes like crazy, and he’s shitting his guts out in an agony/ i have seen lots of human beings in pretty dire circumstances/ this one was going to die/ i didn’t tell him that/ we get him to the ER/ he has gonorrhea of the ass/ and here’s a thing/ the eyes as well/ it’s called survival sex/ and it’s very hard to do blind/ another wild night and another fallen soldier/ the kid already has hiv but he doesn’t tell his tricks that/ he will blow you for five bucks/ you can fuck him for twenty/ he probably got the gonorrhea of the eyes when some trick came on his face/ it’s not uncommon for them to just get deeper and deeper into the thing/ they will take this kid and pump him full of antibiotics/ they’re kids working both the street and the phones/ and the sex papers where their ads are/ it’s cold out there/ i fucking do not know how they do it/ the sun is beginning to come up as i walk to the hospital with his fucking bag/ he’s in a room, now, and they have him sedated/ they’re going to shove their scopes into this one and turn turn him inside out/ i sit in this poor excuse for a chair next to machines that beep/ do you remember still the falling stars/ you smell coffee in the hall/ i think he might be a junkie, too/
Despite all the good intentions and sets of ideas laid out in United Nations and National legislation designed to protect children from sexual abuse and sexual exploitation, even first world countries such as the United States of America are unable or unwilling to invest in and provide appropriate safe shelters and programs for chronically neglected homeless male-children (under 19 year olds). There are 500,000 unaccompanied homeless children in the USA and only 4,000 shelter beds across the Nation for them. Every single one of these children is at high risk for being forced to endure sexualized violence. The vast majority of these minors are male.
It is not a secret that POVERTY competes with everything and anything that anyone may say to homeless boys in adult governed environments. Well meaning Public Health Policy Directives targeted to reduce the transmission of HIV-defining infections & diseases, STDs, addictions, mental health issues and suicide ideation, are impossible for children & adolescents to implement without safe places to live and grow up in.
We want you to be healthier homeless kids; particularly if you are being sexually abused and sexually exploited. Being healthier homeless kids will reduce your risk of dying prematurely and make you less infectious to other people.
There but for the grace of god/ hiv among the homeless voices/ who do not necessarily remember to take their pills/ pills, pills, and more pills/ take a pill, baby, and the house of rant will suddenly appear/ the moving company will move your stuff in on friday/ please keep the lawn mowed/ pacing back and forth, back and forth/ this animal throwing himself off any number of cliffs/ there are some bushes at the back of the playground where the junkies shoot up junk/ bleach, bleach who brought the bleach: o, no one/ wtf/ we all die anyway/ also by word of mouth needle exchange 6th and market/ it knows in the rant if a lunatic has dignity/ but no/ they're not working hard enough (they lack social skills) so let us punish them/ there's a word for clinical therapy: jail/ the line around the block for a bed in the shelter smells of old men and shoes/ kaposi's sarcoma splotches climbing from the neck into the eyes/ like a roadmap to a purple destination/ community mental health does not treat hiv/ did you bring your medication list/ gotta cigarette/ curio-collecting so morose/ hiv among the homeless/ the blood on the floor of the showers at the shelter and by hope in deadly combat has become a set of wings/ down the drain of which by razor blades/ and suicides/ we have pills for those rants, too/ we all die at county general on the aids ward where the wheelchairs in the hallway are for patients only/ the john doe anonymous (for those who cannot or do not choose to remember their names or their failures) corpse gets a toe tag tied around the big toe with wire when john doe dies thin as gin and there but for the grace of fucking god go the rest of us whose thorazine cages endeavoring to pass as respectable fervently deny such cages hear/
"This is my pimp who is exploding my head in the hell of it" by Trevor Whilst homeless boys are abandoned to find ways to survive in neglectful and abusive adult environments, the children's chances of survival are further challenged without the skills to negotiate and enforce safer survival sex practices or sadomasochist scenes.
I never worked the street/ i worked the phones/ which meant i fielded calls from men who wanted appointments/ outcalls were extra/ but most men wanted me to come to them versus them coming to me/ me going to them could be dangerous/ you never really knew what you were going to find in any of the places where the tricks lived/
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