white clients and the color line
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
30 stories from 13 writers across Ireland
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...
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....
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
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...
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,
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
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
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