Let me tell you a secret – I wasn’t always good in bed. In fact, before I began work as an escort, my sex life

I’ll always remember my first little black dress. It’s a rite of passage – the first purchase one makes as a sex worker. Perhaps it’s

Let me tell you about the first time I ever saw a sex worker. I was only twenty-five at the time. My boyfriend and I

When I was in my early twenties, I conducted a lot of sexual experiments. I was genuinely curious and liked meeting new people….as a result,

I’m sitting at a worktable, my face an inch from a microphone diffuser. There’s a camera pointed at me, and I’m trying to hide behind

I love an adventure. Whether it’s getting dressed up in a onesie or going on a three-hour hike, I like to keep an open mind

Spring! Spring is totally a thing. You know the feeling? You walk outside one day and instead of icy, the air is almost bearable. Trees

A caveat for Aussie sex workers reading this: I don’t consider myself a touring escort. I’m not even a very experienced traveller – I have a

I’ve been ‘coming out’ my entire adult life. When I was nineteen, I told my parents I was bisexual. They were so suprised that they

“What do you do?” is a question that often comes up during pre-booking discussions with new clients.Unfortunately for all of us in Melbourne, Victoria has

I’m reaching out with some sad news. You may have heard of the recent developments regarding FOSTA-SESTA in the USA. If you haven’t, here are

I had a little free time this week. Sadly, a quick perusal of my well-stocked bookshelves revealed that I’d read everything there at least two

Sydney, 2008: I was loitering in a Newtown bar with some friends, shyly sipping my bourbon and coke. One admitted she had worked as an

When I was a wild twentysomething I thought that having a good night out meant having great sex. I’d go out with my friends, drink

It’s hard finding new clients in this business. I have been an entrepreneur for a long, long time. I’ve been a photographer, a designer, a

New Year’s Eve is a weird time to stop and think about our lives. For one thing, it’s too noisy to think very hard. Fireworks,

“I’m a sex worker.” I said. My boyfriend’s best friend was holding onto his drink as though his life depended on it. His large hands

This week has been pretty awful. I don’t usually get negative on my blog – I feel there’s enough negativity in the world, and I

This blog topic is probably a bit silly. But bear with me, because the apocalypse could come at any moment, and we might just be

The scene: a gorgeous cocktail bar on the thirty-eigthth floor of the Sofitel. The company: a delightful collection of favourite clients and good friends. As