I almost resolved for New Year’s to sort out my sexual issues, but I’d have nothing to blog about.
Confession time (not that this isn’t always confessional time): what am I preoccupied with these days? The three-month’s-old scars on my thighs. I’m supposed to be talking about the lighthearted tribulations of sex work and […]
Daytime jobs in sex work are a rarity. When I have mine, I love it.
I can’t understand why people despise their “9 to 5″s. Maybe they hate their suits, their ties, their corporate constraints or their Dilbert-esque lives. My Monday to Friday schedule was fabulous. I could plan more than a week […]
At dinner on Saturday, a friend asked me if I would pay for sex. I said, Yes, of course! I’m amazed, and dismayed, that I never have.
We posited that intrinsic difficulty prevented me. The research, the selection, the call, the appointment, the wait, the interview, the paying, the shuffling between rooms, more waiting, […]
Oh, ambivalence. Creature of my fondest fantasies. A friend of mine once used the word “bittersweet”; she referred not to the blending of the flavors, she said, but to the tension held between them.
Debauchette and Marcelle Manhattan, easily two of the best writers on my blogroll, take on the same topic this week. Debauchette: […]
I really wanted to write an anecdote in screenplay format. Tact prevents me from writing it at all. However, dear reader, if you have an encounter with multiple men, I encourage you to write about it in screenplay format, that you may write MAN in capital letters as many times as possible. […]
Ooh, it has been an interesting workweek as insults go. I thought my skin was thicker.
You cannot upset me by calling me a whore. You can make me curl a lip by calling me “self-conscious” or “repressed”. (For retaining my panties and for wearing latex gloves, respectively.) But most of all […]
In cleaning my room today I found all my old event badges. With dates on them. It has been not quite two years since I first saw other people playing or having sex.
Sometimes it’s nice to cut myself some slack on having everything figured out right now.
Last night friends and I went through […]
Having sex really is dangerous. The proof: I find myself receiving dating advice! So much of it is crap.
Oh, you’re looking to have the least bit of human connection! Here’s what you’ll want to change then. Pornography, sex work, my over-libidinous nature, my openness, my carousing ways. (We college students with […]
I have nightmares sometimes where I’m covered in scars. I see my back in the mirror, crossed with white lash marks, and in the dream I feel incredibly ashamed.
When this came up in conversation yesterday, it sounded vain. I am vain in reality: I would be love to be covered in scars and tattoos. […]
(Disclaimer: I have nothing against China. Or Bitchy Jones. Colloquially, China is where one ends up when one digs a very deep hole.)
We’re past butterflies and tornados, in my land of kinky pseudo-sociology. Here in New York I fuck a guy in the ass for $200, and in China, a submissive man […]
