How I screen, no drama
Right, I've been meaning to write this for ages. I see the same questions over and over so I'm putting it all in one place. Screening. Everyone has opinions. Here's mine: it doesn't have to be...
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Right, I've been meaning to write this for ages. I see the same questions over and over so I'm putting it all in one place. Screening. Everyone has opinions. Here's mine: it doesn't have to be...
Ten years in and I still can't give you a clean answer to the question people most want to ask. Are you okay? Sometimes I am. Sometimes I'm better than okay. Sometimes I'm sitting in traffic on the...
I was talking to a client last week about how Dublin's transformed. Not just the skyline or the tech scene, but the actual fabric of who exists here. When I first started working, the rooms I entered
Some days the silence feels like a gift I've purchased for myself. This morning I woke early, before the ceramics studio light crept in, and just... breathed. The clients who book me want performance,
People always ask me how long I'll do this work. Like it's some temporary thing I'm just passing through. Truth is, eight years in and I'm more settled than most people in their 9-to-5 jobs.When I sta
Sometimes I wonder how many of my academic colleagues would react if they knew how I actually fund my research. The irony isn't lost on me: I'm writing a dissertation on social structures and transact
There's something about medical work that drains you in ways people don't understand. I used to think caring was this noble thing. Now I know it's just emotional extraction.In nursing, you're expected
Right. Let me tell you somethin about workin as an escort in tiny towns versus a proper city like Birmingham. Its bloody night and day.In Brum, youve got options. Loads of clients. Different types. Di
Another week, another trash documentary about sex workers where none of us actually got consulted. I'm so bloody tired of being a plot device instead of a person.These shows always hit the same beats.
There's a stillness that comes over Kerry in these winter months. The tourists have gone, the fields are muted greens and browns, and my work shifts into something slower, more deliberate.Winter booki
Sometimes I wonder how my dissertation committee would react if they knew how I funded my research. Not that they'd be shocked. Academia's pretty cutthroat. Funding's funding.My current research on ge
I was having coffee with my mate Sarah last week, and she started going off about how 'degrading' sex work is. Classic middle class performance, right? She's got a corporate job where she sells her em
The studio is cold this morning. Clay dries differently in winter, slower, with these tiny hairline cracks that tell a story about patience. I'm thinking about how sex work and ceramics aren't so diff
Alright listen. Im proper sick of people giving sex workers grief about our jobs. Like Im meant to feel ashamed or something? Nah. This is work. Hard work that most people couldnt handle for five minu
Every month when I transfer money to my parents in Ostrava, I think about how different my life is now. Three years in Zurich and I send almost half my earnings back to Czech Republic. My mother alway
There's a certain type of client you get in Aberdeen that's pure product of the North Sea oil industry. Massive wages, minimal social skills, and an expense account that could sink a small country. I'
The studio is so silent this morning my breath feels loud. I've been up since 5, which is normal for me now. Ceramics demands its own rhythm, and sex work has taught me that time is never just linear.
I've noticed something fascinating about my clients from professional backgrounds. They genuinely believe they understand financial precarity because they've read some Guardian article or watched a do