Sex Work as a Career

So I've discovered the coolest thing. I went along to a feminist, alternative, kinda punk, SF Mission district-esque strip show. And they had a booth for the Sex Worker Union in my area. Our own union. I was too scared to approach so Bell went and grabbed the forms and newsletters and magazines for me. I read through them all, eyes bulging. It seems like so much fun.The union hosts dinners, and

The Rash

Yay..it seems to be clearing. I reckon antibiotics helped. Now to pinpoint what I'm sensitive too - but lots of you other curvy gals have given me suggestions so I'm following them now!So that means I'm ready to lay on my back again. Yippee!

New Blog Alert

I've started a new blog about a different part of my life - if you've emailed me in the past I may have already given you the heads up with the location of the new blog, but if I missed you, and you're curious then drop me a line to forloversofcurves@gmail.com.Never fear, this blog will still continue! I may just be splitting my writing time between the two blogs...and you'd don't need to follow

Who knew I had readers!

I must say I was quite in awe of the number of gossip gals (I think it was all gals) who emailed me. It was great to hear from you all!So now you know my news and we can move on..except..well we won't be moving fast LOL.Just this morning I woke up and was like, "Hmm...I'm in the mood for some sexing." But my new rules are restrictive even to me!I've taken some of your advice from the comments,

Just Amazing

So I've got some mind-blowing news. But I don't really want to blog about it. If you're a complete gossip like myself then feel free to email me at forloversofcurves@gmail.com and I will tell you off the interwebs!In other news - I'm moving house for non-call-girl related reasons so I'm taking the opportunity to stop doing incalls - I think that was part of the boundary issue. Already the clients

Whore's Revenge

Oh I am naughty. Dr Spermies (#13) was pushing to see me and I wasn't really in the mood as per my last blog, I've just been kinda chilling out and reconsidering things. I also had a cold so knew I shouldn't pass on my plague. But he kept wanting to see me so in the end I did - cold virus and all. I just thought he deserved it - it won't kill him but will remind him every day of me while he

Dear Dr Phil...

I'm having an issue. Totally self-inflicted, but unexpected. I think due to a recent drop in my standards, plus actually fucking purely for cash and not enjoyment, plus going too far with the GFE stuff...I'm starting to hate most men. I can't stand the idea of sex with them anymore.I'm just feeling worn out. With my whole commitment to a great GFE I'd allowed a few of the guys to text me. So I've

Client #15

So it must be Grandpa Week. Or maybe just pension week. I got an offer I thought was a joke a few days ago. An insane amount of money to spend the night with a business man travelling. Twelve hours was the deal. 7pm - 7 am so I could get up and go to my dayjob. It did strike me in some way as working 24 hours straight but I was up for it.The hotel was in a suburban area, very nice for the area.

Client # 14 (Fucking Grandpa)

Oh dear me. I threw away my standards for a good paying two hour booking. Cause the money was going to cover more than half my bill. Not only would this guy not have been shaggable with the four beers or less rule, I could have drunk a whole slab (24 beers) and still not have gone there.It was like a challenge I decided to accept. Truth, Dare, or Physical Challenge. I was kinda curious to see how

Show me the money

I admit...this past few days I've been fucking for the cash. It hasn't been about my sexual needs. Or about an erotic adventure or fun stories.I got a massive bill and it was either going to chew up almost a weeks salary from realjob or it was going to eat into my savings. Then I realised I have a third option. Fuck to pay the bill. I didn't have to, but it seemed like a good idea to be able to