Fears About Parenthood as a Sex Worker

I very much want to be a parent. As someone who sells sex, and who has both an online presence as a sex worker activist and an online presence under a sex worker persona, I’m scared about how the stigma I face will impact parenthood. I thought I’d share my thoughts here.

When a Police Officer Showed Up at the Brothel

This post discusses a personal story of being coerced into selling sex to a police officer, under threat of the brothel I was working in being raided in the future. The descriptions are non-graphic, and I mostly talk about my complicated feelings around how I feel like I’ve been lucky compared to others because my experience was not worse.

Woah, I’ve Never Met a Sex Worker Before!

Upon admitting that I’m a sex worker, I’ll get a plethora of different responses that range from supportive to deeply bigoted. Somewhere in the middle of the range of those reactions, towards the more supportive end, are people who seem fascinated by my admission that I sell sex and who have all sorts of invasiveContinue reading “Woah, I’ve Never Met a Sex Worker Before!”