2012

Her voice undoes me more than her body ever could.

Too much is never enough?

A task I set, with very specific instructions.

A Saturday afternoon, a Village Voice, and a pay phone: the mechanics of my first paid sexual encounter.

My voice is just too identifiable — and Google’s getting smarter every day.

My origin story, retold — how lap dances, fear of rejection, and an endless appetite for contact sent me down a path I’m still mapping.

Violet Blue said what I meant, but much more better.

A friend tells me I come across as predatory. I’m defensive about it, but I’m listening.

Ten sexual favors I’d put on tokens to cash in — and I just might.

I tell her what I want; she gives it to me. Thousands of miles away.