I worked as a nanny, and in a daycare. (Twice! I worked in daycare twice!) Once, one of the Pre-K kids’ parents gave their five-year-old a laxative, no, I don’t know what they were thinking either, and I was called to remove the giant column of shit that ensued from the toilet. There was nothing… Continue reading Sex Workers Are Tired of Your Literal Shit
Dear Tits and Sass: Boundaries
Dear Tits and Sass, I’ve been a worker for around ten years now and have been full time for around the latter half of that. Navigating having a partner while being a worker is nothing new to me. However, I’ve been with my current partner for around a year and over the last few months I’ve… Continue reading Dear Tits and Sass: Boundaries
My Feeble Attempt at Writing About Drake’s Strip Club
Tits and Sass is a Rihanna blog. This is a sound editorial decision Caty and I made a long, long time ago, and so far it has served us well. Tits and Sass has never been a Drake blog. Which isn’t to say we’re anti-Drake, we’re just not explicitly pro-Drake the same we are, say,… Continue reading My Feeble Attempt at Writing About Drake’s Strip Club
For A Good Time Call (2012)
There aren’t many films about phone sex that are worth anyone’s time—notable exceptions being the excellent short film Sumi, the brief, funny phone sex segments of Tamra Davis’s 90’s hip hop spoof CB4, and about three-fourths of Spike Lee’s kind-of classic Girl 6. Despite its truly troublesome flaws, I have a soft spot for Girl… Continue reading For A Good Time Call (2012)
On Survival
Last month, I woke up to the news that a friend of mine had overdosed and died. I’d never met her, but I’d known her for almost 15 years online. We’d found each other back in the days of Livejournal, back when it was a shock to my system just to be able to read… Continue reading On Survival