Last week, I showed you all how to do the hairstyle I most often used for my high rate, low volume independent escorting work. This week you get to see the hairstyle I used for low rate, high volume work. THIS is a hairstyle that can get mashed into a pillow over and over again with very few repercussions. More
Author Archives: Cathryn Berarovich
The perils of sex hair are real. Fortunately, being an ingenious young lady, I’ve come up with two hairstyles that lend themselves very well to my work, and I’m going to share them with you guys. You also get to see my real face, which is a bonus for those of you who have been wondering what I look like. More
I understand why Daniel is uncomfortable with my work–it is a tragic failing of most men that they want to own the women they love–but that doesn’t make it any easier.
PLUS: How readers can see me speaking live about sex work. More
I know other women have found partners who accept and even encourage their participation in all aspects of the sex industry, but for better or worse, the man I have chosen either can’t or doesn’t want to accept anything but the bare minimum of physical contact with my clients. More
Sex work can be an incredibly isolating profession. In a world where our work is at the very least frowned upon, if not directly criminalized, it’s extremely difficult to find support. Even relatively understanding civilian friends tend to be unable to truly relate to the difficulties of life as a sex worker. Too often, the solution to a complaint about work is, “Well, if you hate it so much, why don’t you quit?” More
I lived in my cozy little sex worker-friendly utopia for quite a while before I realized that all was not just “rights not rescue” hashtags and descriptions of the harm of stigma that spanned several tweets. There was a dark side to sex worker Twitter, and it wasn’t in the small divisions and little tiffs between the anti-capitalists and the libertarians or the misandrists and women who truly, deeply love men. The dark side of sex worker Twitter is caused entirely by the frequent invasion by sex worker exclusionary radical feminists (SWERFs) and trans exclusionary radical feminists (TERFs). More
“Why are you here?” the woman at the desk asked.
“We were supposed to make videos,” I told her, “there wasn’t any escorting mentioned at all.”
“Well,” said the woman, “we don’t make videos here, so I don’t know what to tell you.” More
Lately I’ve been in a good place. More
I write a lot about the nightmare clients, the guys who I absolutely cannot stand, and I suspect my stories so far have given the wrong impression. It isn’t that I hate my clients, I just write a lot about the bad ones because they make better stories. More
Last week, a friend sent me a link to this article (about Nassau County’s public shaming of sex work clients, a sting so-named ‘Flush the Johns’) and asked if I had any feelings about it.
I’m pretty sure it was a rhetorical question, because like any conscientious sex worker, I have lots and lots of feelings about not only this particular article, but also the practice of criminalizing and targeting clients rather than workers. I also have a lot of feelings about the use of the word “John” for clients, and the general dehumanizing attitude people have when they talk about men who buy sexual services.
Most of my feelings about these things can be summed up with exclamations of “grr,” “argh,” “graagh,” “gurrargh,” and even “YAAAARGH!” but such exclamations do not make for good, thoughtful, or even comprehensible writing. More
I’ve been a sex worker in a community structure three times, all of which have been different, and I prefer working in a group to working independently for a number of reasons. The main reasons is, of course, that by working in an environment with other women who not only know exactly what you do, but do it themselves, you have a built-in support network. More
I believe a lot of what helped me deal with not only the rape itself, but also the abuse, was my background in sex work. More
I remembered there was a four-letter word for fucking people without their consent and I wondered if that was what had just happened to me. Was I suddenly a statistic, that one in four or one in three or whatever the number is of women who have been in some way sexually abused or assaulted? More
In retrospect I ought to have noticed that something was amiss just off the fact that we had only been together for about seven months–Stanley had already made me cry more times than all of my exes combined. However, as I’ve said before, my brain was missing. “If it doesn’t hurt,” I told myself, “it isn’t really love.” More