weird weeks and mental health breaks
Ive been quiet on here for a bit and thats mostly because everything felt like too much? My heads been a bit of a mess lately. Work is fine, clients are good, but something inside me feels like its sl
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Ive been quiet on here for a bit and thats mostly because everything felt like too much? My heads been a bit of a mess lately. Work is fine, clients are good, but something inside me feels like its sl
I keep staring at this workbook my therapist gave me and honestly its just sitting there making me feel guilty. Like somehow Im supposed to magically fix everything by writing down my feelings or trac
People always assume they know what male escorts do. They imagine some fantasy scenario or project their own desires onto the work. But the reality is far more complicated.In the Midlands, where every
Getting work outside my local patch isn't as complicated as people think, but it takes planning. Rural Ireland isn't like Dublin where clients are everywhere. I've got routes I know well now - Galway
People always assume sex work is about sex. It's not. Not really. After eight years, I can tell you it's about something far more complicated: emotional labor and performance.Take last week. I had a c
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...
I've been in online sex worker communities about five years now and something keeps bothering me, which is the way the political debate on decriminalisation gets dominated by everyone except...