Category / I left my sex toys in SF

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it really IS different in San Francisco

I was just reading this interview about sex work and punters back in San Francisco, where the market is more challenging... Since some of you have asked me about the business in SF, it's like a little snippet of what it's like... enjoy! I'll say though, so far, my punters here in London and Edinburgh have been politically stimulating, smart,… View More

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oh...my...god

"In the spirit of community and BDSM as a lifestyle, Acworth wants to transform the armory's top floor into a series of Victorian/Georgian-inspired rooms where couples will live and fuck on camera 24-7. Participants will be given hierarchical positions — from maid to master of the house — and live according to the rules of domination and submission. Acworth's already started designing the grand dining room, inspired by the sets in Remains… View More

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Sucking Mr Big

First, I would like to show you guys a cute video... it's a group called Carrotmob and their way of promoting energy efficiency in local businesses. I'd embed it but that doesn't seem to work... Anyway. Watch it. It's one of those types of videos that makes you say "wow! So I can use my consumerism to actually affect change in the ways I… View More

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SF vs London

Oh, San Francisco.Sometimes I'll see some photos of something awesome (like the Prim Queer Tea (where "modesty is the new kink!", in the middle of the… View More

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vote yes on prop K so I can go back to California

This is Sadie Lune. She wants a wife, sex worker rights, and possibly more hats to add to her collection. She's this very sexy poster girl for Proposition K, a move to… View More

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full of meh.

Every day feels like a weight, heavy in my heart, adding to this sense of depression I keep trying to push back, I keep trying to ignore. I don’t want to go back to California. Sure, it’s a great place, filled with amazing people, and it’s creative and inspiring and NOT LONDON. It’s not easy to be a sex worker in San Francisco. First there’re the laws that keep you constantly looking over your shoulder and trying to work out… View More

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sex is business and business is... well, none of yours

Sitting here in the Berkeley hills, hanging out at my grandmother’s house, I feel frustrated. Frustrated because my application for my visa can’t mention what I do for work, or even that I’m employed- why? Because my work is socially stigmatized- it’s more socially acceptable for me to be unemployed than a sex worker. What the fuck. I’m always trying to explain how I view sex work like any other work, at least for myself. At… View More

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new glasses, and seeing the world through them

No, they aren't rose-tinted. They're rather boringly clear, I hate to say, but with anti-reflective lenses, hurray for… View More

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emotional broadband

Intimacy isn't difficult for me to access. I've believed it was because of my empathy, or because I'm lonely/clingy, because of my time in SF where that's more common or because of my time in the hospital where you made great friends and lost them in days. You never really knew when you'd see someone again, so why wish you had gotten to know them better when you could just invest the time? What's there to lose, really? This probably… View More

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fucking hippies

I’m sitting here in my grandmother’s Berkeley house, up in the hills, surrounded by elderly people and the wealthy, overlooking San Francisco and the Golden Gate bridge. I’m watching a documentary on hippies, and the revolt against reason, logic, monotheistic religions. I’m fascinated by the journey hippies went through, from pot and LSD to speed and heroin, from a lack of religion to a tendency to follow a guru, a cult leader, or… View More