why i started when i did
The kids were finally both in school and my ex had stopped paying maintenance. I remember sitting in my kitchen that morning, staring at the electricity bill and thinking: something's got to give.I'd
59 stories from 17 writers across Ireland
The kids were finally both in school and my ex had stopped paying maintenance. I remember sitting in my kitchen that morning, staring at the electricity bill and thinking: something's got to give.I'd
I remember the first time I explained my job to my mam. She looked worried. Not about the sex work itself, but about my safety. Working in hotels for years taught me more about risk than anyone realiz
Sometimes I think my ceramics studio and my other work have more in common than people might guess. Both require patience. Both demand you understand the texture of time, how it stretches and contract
Last week I had a client - let's call him Michael - who works in tech management and makes about three times what I do annually. He spent most of our time together telling me how 'liberated' and 'prog
Getting around rural Ireland for work isn't like city escorts have it. I've got a system now after three years of trial and error. Mostly error, to be honest.My primary strategy is rental cars. Not my
Some days this job feels like a geography lesson. Dundalk sits right on the border between the Republic and Northern Ireland, which means my work has these weird little legal quirks that most people n
Twelve-hour shifts will break anyone. I know this intimately. Not just from nursing, but from the way emotional labour strips you down to raw nerve endings.In the hospital, I was constantly performing
After eight years in this work, you start to see patterns. Not just the obvious stuff about what happens between clients and escorts, but the deeper currents of human need and transaction.Most people
There's something about the early morning that feels like stolen time. I'm usually at my ceramics wheel by 6am, clay spinning soft and slow, before the world gets loud. These are the hours that belong
Look, I'm getting real tired of performative feminists who've never spent a day doing actual sex work lecturing the rest of us about our choices. Every single time there's a discourse about sex work,
ok so i guess im really doing this. writing about being an escort in limerick. its weird bc i never thought id be here but here i am. first month has been wild and honestly nothing like i expected.big
Look, I've been in service work for years. First hotels, now escorting. People act like these are wildly different worlds but they're not. In both jobs, you're selling something intimate. In hotels, I
I've been thinking a lot about how whiteness operates in this industry, especially in Dublin. There's this weird dance that happens, where race is always present but rarely spoken about directly. Most
Getting bookings outside Sligo means a lot of driving. My little Corolla's seen more miles than most commercial taxi services at this point. Last week I had three clients spread across Galway, Mayo, a
I've been doing this work long enough to know that people have all sorts of wild assumptions about what male escorts actually do. Most folks imagine something totally different from the reality.Client
I've been thinking a lot about how my clients construct their self-image through our interactions. Not just sexually, but economically. Every businessman who books me is performing a kind of social ch
There's a particular quiet that descends after a client leaves. Not silence exactly, but a kind of humming stillness where the room feels both emptier and more charged. I'll make tea, usually. Sit wit
Weird thing about Dundalk is youre basically straddling two countries. Two legal systems. Two different ways of looking at what I do. Sometimes feels like Im playing a game where the rules change depe