The boring truth about the job
People ask me what's the weirdest thing about the job and honestly it's how boring most of it is. Not in a bad way. I just mean most bookings are dead normal. Guy comes. You do what you've agreed....
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People ask me what's the weirdest thing about the job and honestly it's how boring most of it is. Not in a bad way. I just mean most bookings are dead normal. Guy comes. You do what you've agreed....
Nine years in London now. More of my life has happened here than in Cork at this stage, which is a strange thing to realise. I went home at Christmas and the city felt smaller than I remembered, and...
Listen. Im proper sick of people looking down their noses at sex work like we're some kinda second class citizens. Ive been doing this job for years now and I know exactly what Im about. Its work. Har
There's something particular about Belfast that took me a while to figure out, and it's this: in a city this size, with this history, your presence in any space carries more information than you...
Sometimes I cant sleep after a client and sometimes I cant stop sleeping. Theres no middle ground with this work, just extremes of exhaustion and weird alertness where my brain is spinning but my body
I'll start with the one everyone wants to know about and get it out of the way. Yes I've had clients I knew from before. Not loads of them. Three, maybe four in seven years. Two handled it grand. One...
The wheel spins and my hands remember how to shape something. It's always like this with ceramics. My body knows what to do before my brain catches up. I've been throwing mugs all morning, thinking ab
Some days I look at my PhD and my current work and marvel at how completely bizarre my life trajectory has been. There's something almost comically surreal about defending a complex theoretical disser
I don't know what I'd say if someone asked when exactly I got comfortable with this. I'm not sure I have, if I'm being honest. Or maybe I have and I don't recognise it because comfortable doesn't...
So yesterday my mate who normally watches Rosie when I do outcalls totally bailed last minute. Just flat out texted me 30 minutes before her usual time like 'sorry cant watch her'. Which like. Cool. C
I'm sat in my favourite Kemptown cafe, watching the morning crowd drift past, and I'm thinking about how people see me. Not just clients. Everyone.The queer scene in Brighton is wild and fluid. We don
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