[asiansiren]

Remember I was pushed to work for the federal government as a “secure” career … guess what. Being a hoe is way more secure.

[asiansiren]

Love my little lonely life :)

[asiansiren]

Men just appear to be slaves to their sexual compulsions, unfortunately.

[asiansiren]

Love how unhinged I can be on this platform.

[asiansiren]

What do I want, really? So many options. So conflicted.

[asiansiren]

People can say what they want about sex work, escorting, companionship .. but honestly, it’s been a total boon and a life savior for me. It totally and completely transformed my life. I have made more genuine connections and met far more “real” people by these means more than anything else. And of course there are its downsides but by no other means than any structural discrepancy.

[asiansiren]

It’s always the ones less than you in looks, status, appearance and power who are hungry for your downfall. Always watch them carefully — drop them at the slightest act of disrespect. It will only get worse.

[asiansiren]

Checking into the skyline suite of a hotel that I’ve long since admired — a milestone off my bucket list. I remember walking past it when I was younger always admiring its exterior, but its price-tag always scared me. I first got a glimpse when a sponsor hosted over fifty girls and two promoters for a “private party” at 3am. This one is all mine.

Last month, I stayed at the presidential suite of a famous hotel hosting some global affairs conference — just a few blocks away from the basement that I stayed in for the hot, sweaty summer as an intern years ago. A shithole job with subgrade pay where I was also sexually harassed. No one bothered me last month. “I’m in the elevator with X!,” the bellman excitedly announced as he delivered my luggage.

If only my former bosses could see me now …

I think they might have. I’m quite “the big deal now.”

Years of discipline, focus, and hard work have paid off. Despite numerous physical obstacles, betrayals, and saboteurs, I’m almost ready for the next step. I look out the window to the sunset over the city’s skyscrapers as I skip class — the instructor, a diminutive plain man, enjoyed nitpicking on me, perhaps to compensate for the lack of female attention in his younger years. I send a text to an uppity acquaintance who begged me for favors and contacts in my field — “We’re not friends,” I clarify. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

A week before, a classmate got dropped from the program due to his unnerving sexual advances, which I reported. Just another day in the office.

“They’re jealous,” my long-time mentor confides to me. “You’re on your way to the top. It’ll be lonely. They’re copying you.” I have to be more reserved, play my cards more carefully.

Just a few weeks until this is all over. Unimaginable wealth and privilege at the tip of my finger tips — this is just the beginning.

[asiansiren]

Access to me and my energy is a privilege, and don’t you dare forget it.

[asiansiren]

I remember when I dreamed of the reality I currently live in.

[asiansiren]

Too many men rely on your silence, embarrassment and self-effacement to get away with their bullshit. Never let them.

[asiansiren]

I love it when men shut the fuck up ….

[asiansiren]

Coming on here to say free Palestine obviously

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Anok Yai by Ethan James Green for Haper's Bazaar US Magazine May 2024

[asiansiren]

Living my dream life tbh

[asiansiren]

It only hurts to cut them off because the fantasy you have projected and the delusion you have become comfortable with has to end.

[rianphin]

i really do appreciate when people say they’ve followed me a long time or they’re proud of how far i’ve come, me too. thanks for being very nice to me on here and not trying to hurt me and not hoping for the worst for me. thanks for hoping things would work out i hope they work out for you, too. they will. it all works out.