The guy I was seeing wasn’t interested in Valentine’s Day, so I decided to go to my college’s swing dance party. Bad idea. More
Sometimes you just don’t want to carry a purse, am I right, ladies? More
When a 20-year-old woman was chased in a dark parking lot by gun-toting men, she did what anyone would do and tried to get the hell out of there. More
Did you know that in many places, if you are stopped by the police on suspicion of prostitution, any condoms you are carrying in your purse can be seized and used as evidence against you? It’s true. This is fucked up for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is that it makes it harder for sex workers to practice safe sex. More
Another month, another mug shot, another bong thrown out the window… More
Once we were in the car, the two cops driving continued to ask us questions, despite the fact that they hadn’t yet read us our Miranda rights. More
During my almost five-year career as a sex worker, I have experienced work-related fear exactly twice. The first time was at the very beginning of my adventures in the sex industry, when Grant, the gentleman I got my revenge on last week, outed me to my mother.
The second time was two weeks ago when I got arrested. More
…And just when everyone was starting to take her so seriously as an actress. More
In today’s “Oh God Please Be An Onion Article” news, a New York City cop was arrested yesterday on suspicion for plotting to eat women and kidnap them for rapists. More
If you are drunk, and concerned about your well being, I guess, do not under any circumstances call the police. Because they might rape you. I’m sorry. They might “goof off on the job.” More
“You’re in a freezing cold, 5 x 5 room with four other women. There’s a padded bench, that’s just enough for three of you to uncomfortably sit on, a toilet, and a sink that doesn’t work. When you want to use the bathroom, the other girls line up in front of you to screen you from the male guards who are walking past. For food, we got four slices of stale bread, a packet of mayo, and two glasses water. I loved my cellmates- they were funny, proud, wicked smart, brave, kind women. We would sing songs (which got us threatened with being locked in the tombs) and applaud when each of us were released. There was a lot of solidarity and trying to comfort each other.” More
Because a custom Rolls Royce is completely inconspicuous without its license plates. More
Here’s a little inspiration for your Sunday. More
Oh, Junior prom. How poorly you treated me! I typically try to block you out, but occasionally I daydream wistfully about what could have been.