I think we live in a world that hates poor people and sensationalizes sex in a really nasty way. I feel that ideology constantly harms sex workers and excludes us from social liberation movements by objectifying our labor while rejecting our existence in the same breath.
I had just worked a week in a hot ass kitchen in Lancelin and I didn't make anywhere near what she made in a night, so I decided to go and apply for a job too. The following weekend in Oct 2012 I started my escort career at the same place.
'Communication, consent, and understanding your partner's desires and boundaries are essential for a satisfying and healthy sex life. Everyone is unique.'
The plot of the book follows my fumbles getting into sex work via sugar dating and then… moving off from sugar-stuff into escorting. I decided to publish because of a notably awful date that I went on towards the end of my time on the sugar-sites.