This piece is adapted from a December 17th speech the author gave this year. “You’re so lazy, you’ll never be anything but a whore. And you won’t even be a good whore because nobody wants to fuck a girl with a book in front of her face.” When I was about twelve, as I lay… Continue reading A Tunnel, Not A Door: Exiting Conditioned, Generational Sex Work
Category: This Time, It’s Personal
One Black Trans Sex Worker’s December 17th
On December 17th, we reflect on the overwhelming reports of violence against sex workers and put together plans of action to rise above it. We experience violence at the hands of law enforcement, clients, pimps and abusive partners, and each other. Though I have never found value in comparing suffering woe for woe, it is… Continue reading One Black Trans Sex Worker’s December 17th
“Whore” Is A Good Place To Start
When I was just a teeny tiny bottle of airplane-ready champagne, I was called a whore by a boy in my middle school science class for having the audacity to own breasts and opinions at the same time,while only being willing to share the latter. Once I got to college, men started to call me a… Continue reading “Whore” Is A Good Place To Start
I Couldn’t Do It: Jeff and Sarah
Content warning—the following contains descriptions of underage sex work and an adult fantasizing about sexual activity with a pre-teenage child. I don’t know how I started seeing Jeff. I can’t remember meeting him, or what the first session was like, or what he looked like in clothes. I just remember when it turned. Jeff was… Continue reading I Couldn’t Do It: Jeff and Sarah
Still Learning: On Writing As A Privileged Sex Worker
I work as a writer and a pro-domme. For me, the first stems from the second; the financial independence I earned from my pro-domming gave me the confidence and clarity to think and write. In my writing, I am out as a sex worker. My byline is a name, Margaret Corvid, that I consciously link… Continue reading Still Learning: On Writing As A Privileged Sex Worker