Unfiltered perspectives from escorts across Ireland, Britain and beyond. Real voices, real experiences, written by the people who live it.
61 stories by 41 writers
When I was younger, I thought being sexy was about looking like the girls in magazines. Tight body, no wrinkles, all that nonsense. Now I know sexy is about confidence. About knowing exactly what you
People always want some dramatic story about how I got into sex work. They're disappointed when I say it's basically the same calculation I made working hotel housekeeping. Same shit, different room.I
Right. Gonna tell ya something about sex work geography that most folk dont understand. Ive done this job in tiny villages and now in Birmingham and lemme be straight - big cities are where its actual
Two cities. Two sets of regulars. Two different energy zones. Sometimes I wonder why I do this split between Cardiff and Swansea, then I remember rent doesn't pay itself.The drive is about an hour. So
There's something about the early morning that feels like stolen time. I wake before the kiln starts its low hum, when the light is still grey and soft over Kilkenny. These hours belong only to me.My
Last week my sister gave me that look. You know the one. The judgy side-eye that says everything without saying a word. We were having tea in her kitchen and I could feel her sizing up my new handbag,
People always think sex work is this glamorous thing where youre in big cities with endless clients. But here I am in Wrexham, which is basically a postage stamp on the map of Wales, making my living
There's a strange negotiation that happens every time I step into a hotel lobby or upscale Dublin bar. Not just the usual work dynamics, but something deeper about skin and perception. I'm Nigerian-Ir
Getting around when you're an independent worker in Sligo isn't like Dublin or Cork. Public transport here is basically a joke and taxis cost a bloody fortune. I've had to get seriously strategic abou
Sometimes the best parts of this work happen when nothing remarkable is happening. This morning I woke early, before the ceramic pieces in my studio had caught the pale winter light, and thought about
I've been trying to explain Switzerland to my mother for seven years and haven't managed it yet. She thinks I live in a ski resort. She's not entirely wrong about the aesthetic but she's...
I was thinking about compartmentalisation the other day. About whether I've actually got good at it or whether I've just convinced myself I have. The practical version is fine. Separate phone. A...