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For Everyone Who Read The Ghosts Who Raised Me

Thank you to the 28,000+ of you.

Alexandra Hunt
Dec 10
 
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More than 28,000 of you read The Ghosts Who Raised Me.
I wrote it in silence, and then the world answered back.

If the poem landed in your chest — if you saw your childhood, your ghosts, your hunger for love in it — I want to say thank you.

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But there’s a truth I’ve never said publicly:

Abandonment shaped the way I learned desire.
Silence shaped my boundaries.
And sex work — yes, sex work — shaped my understanding of intimacy.

People don’t talk about stripping as emotional labor.
As politics.
As performance born from childhood training.
As a form of survival that teaches you exactly what attention costs — and what it pays.

So my next essay is the one behind the poem:

“The Politics of Abandonment, Desire & Selling Intimacy” (Paid)

A story about how being raised by ghosts taught me to read rooms, manage fantasy, negotiate boundaries, and find agency on a stage built on wanting and being wanted.

It’s the most honest thing I’ve ever written.

It drops tomorrow for paid subscribers.

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