quiet work and unexpected hours
There's something about the early morning that feels like stolen time. I'm usually at my ceramics wheel by 6am, clay spinning soft and slow, before the world gets loud. These are the hours that belong
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There's something about the early morning that feels like stolen time. I'm usually at my ceramics wheel by 6am, clay spinning soft and slow, before the world gets loud. These are the hours that belong
Never thought I'd be here, honestly. Forty-five and rebuilding my entire life after Jimmy decided he wanted a younger model. Typical. But here's the thing about divorce that nobody tells you: it's ter
Every single time I explain my rates, there's this moment where a potential client decides whether I'm 'worth it'. And by 'it', they mean my entire existence as a trans woman in this industry.I've bee
Look, I'm getting real tired of performative feminists who've never spent a day doing actual sex work lecturing the rest of us about our choices. Every single time there's a discourse about sex work,
Right. So everyone's got an opinion about sex work and honestly I'm proper sick of it. My mum still thinks Im gonna wake up one day and get a 'proper job' whatever that means. Like working in an offic
ok so i guess im really doing this. writing about being an escort in limerick. its weird bc i never thought id be here but here i am. first month has been wild and honestly nothing like i expected.big
Look, I've been in service work for years. First hotels, now escorting. People act like these are wildly different worlds but they're not. In both jobs, you're selling something intimate. In hotels, I
So here's the thing about sex work in Northern Ireland: it's complicated. The law here means selling sex isn't illegal, but buying it is. They call this the 'Nordic model' and it sounds progressive, b
Sometimes a client isn't just a transaction. Sometimes they're something else entirely. Michael wasn't typical - mid-50s, kind eyes, nervous hands that couldn't quite stay still when we first met at t
Got a particular breed up here in Aberdeen that keeps me in Jimmy Choos and decent whisky. The oil industry contractors. They roll through with corporate credit cards that could choke a horse and zero
Last week my mam asked me if I was 'okay' in that way she does. Half Welsh, half English, her voice sliding between both languages like water. I was sitting in my flat in Cathays, looking out over the
Some weeks just dont make sense and this one feels like that weird space between knowing what youre doing and having absolutely no clue. Ive been thinking a lot about my family lately, about how they