Originally, I had meant for this blog to be a space where I detailed the sordids of my sex work life. And thusfar, that is what it has primarily been.

However, due to the dearth of sex work jobs in my life right now (by choice), there has consequently been a dearth of, well, anything on this space. And I think it'd be really sad to abandon this blog altogether save for the occasional update when I see a client for cash, so I'm thinking about expanding. Or, at least, I had a post marinating in my head that seemed not quite right for the Other Blog, and what better place to deposit my thoughts than into the pseudo-anonymous void of cyberspace? So here we go, straight from my brain to your eyes.

I left work late tonight, it was mostly my choice. The rain was coming down hard when I stepped out of the door and a chill had begun to grasp at the air in a way that it hadn't this morning. No more short sleeves to work, I noted. When I turned on the car, the radio was playing a beautiful selection, jazz, interrupted only a few times to encourage its members to pledge money. I wish I had the cash, but anything extra these days would only come from sex work. And giving hooking money to public radio seems...wrong, somehow.

The streets were slick and dark, like tar, and my windshield wipers were the off-beat metronome to the soft piano warming my car. The music was so beautiful, and it reminded me of my father, the man who loves me as much as he can, but even in his late 50's, isn't an adult, not yet. I think I sighed, maybe out loud, trying to figure out where dinner would come from. I realized that I was happy. I realized that I was going home tonight, to dinner from a drive-thru window and my soft grey pajamas and my tiny room, and no warm body to snuggle or to kiss goodnight, I would be happy about it.

Ever since I have self-consciously vowed against monogamy, I've known that no single person could ever be enough. I want every single relationship in my life, even those of the smallest intimacies, because they nourish me, invigorate me. But I remember thinking, my foot slowing on the accelerator, I am enough. Yes, that cheesy self-help mantra that never really means anything to anyone until it needs to. And god knows that I long for romance and connection and passion in my life just as much as the next person. But I still think, even if I never found that, even if I never found a person or persons to share my life with, I could be enough. So maybe it isn't my time to really know that I am enough to make myself so incredibly happy and fulfilled, it was in those moments, there in the car in the rain on the street on the drive that I make every Monday through Friday evening, I knew that someday I will be enough for myself. More than enough.


*clears throat*

I'd like to take a break from my regularly scheduled non-posting to say this:

For those of you not already playing along with the Lusty game, you should know that I am as queer as a tap-dancing $3 bill.

Happy National Coming Out Day!


A quick update

Again, my sincerest apologies for the absence.

Two reasons:

1. Until I am broke again, I will be taking a break from sex work. However, since I will be going out of town this weekend, I assume that the hooking will start up again soon. Exciting news, however! The break itself is in part due to an exciting new addition to my non-profit dating life. In fact, my non-sex work love life is surprisingly bustling at the moment. And as such, sex for money doesn't ever seem as appealing when you're moon-eyed over a new person.

2. Slowly, but surely, I am working on a contribution to a sex work anthology about my thoughts on and experiences in the sex industry. I have to say that I have a lot of hesitation going public, even though this is a relatively quiet corner of the internet and the liklihood of people connecting my real life persona with this one is fairly slim, but the potential for damage as outing myself as a sex worker could jeopardize both my job and my good relationship with my family.

In the meantime, in the style of
Manolo, I give you the short list of what Lusty is:


Listening to


Amusing herself at work with