WEIGHT: 46 kg
Services: Spanking (giving), Cunnilingus, Deep throating, Fetish, Rimming (receiving)
So this week we're discussing good sex and why it matters. Our mantra? Owning your sexual pleasure is power. When attempting to sell sex online, one must walk a tightrope between being suggestive and not being so explicit as to signal blatant illegal activity. I grabbed the money and quickly shoved it into my purse, my heartbeat racing. Afterward—relieved, shocked, and full of anticipation—I made a beeline to Chinatown to pick up a few wigs and later to Target for some cheap makeup and lingerie.
Lovely Brown, an escort for hire, was officially born. Independence has always been important to me. When I moved away from my family at 18, it was like breathing fresh air for the first time. After years of reflection, I now understand my childhood and adolescence to be toxic and dysfunctional, but at the time I just knew I wanted to get out. When I fell behind on my rent in my second year of college, going back home, or even asking for help, was not an option.
I was living in the San Francisco Bay Area—a sex-positive place with a history steeped in sexual taboo. It was an eye-opening experience. Several of my classmates at the college I was attending were escorts or peep show dancers, and they made their line of work sound empowering and financially lucrative.
I was working part-time at an after-school program, but between being a college student without many marketable skills and the great economic downturn of , it felt as though ends would just never meet. When I got behind on my rent and bills by nearly a month, I decided to see whether I could bridge the gap, just this once, with sex work. There was talking, kissing, the obligatory blow job.
Any emotional intimacy was manufactured, a service rendered. Every part of my body was up for commodification. I did a lot of things as an escort that were firsts for me. One guy liked to dress up like a baby while getting pegged from behind. As in most underworlds, anything goes. I was always taken aback by the sheer volume of men trolling for sex on the internet—out of the dozen or so men I serviced each month, there was no typical customer, unless white men over the age of 21 with a pulse counts as a type.