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Look. I've been in Zurich for six years now and I've learned something fundamental about this city: efficiency isn't just about banking, it's about every transaction. Including personal ones.Back in L
Sometimes I wonder if my wife knows how lonely a marriage can get. Not the kind of lonely where you're physically apart, but where you're emotionally disconnected. Where conversations become transacti
There's this moment right before I reach out to a new escort where my hands shake a bit. Not from nerves about the sex part. From nerves about the trans part.Every time, I have to decide how and when
Look. Dating apps are a nightmare for someone like me. I'm autistic and the constant performance of trying to impress someone, reading subtle social cues, managing expectations. It's exhausting.Escort
Every time I book an appointment, there's this moment. This moment where I have to tell them I'm trans. Not just tell them. Explain. Negotiate. Sometimes defend my own existence.Last week's booking wa
Another brutal week in the city. The markets have been savage and my team's been working 16-hour days trying to close this massive infrastructure financing deal. By Friday night, I'm completely wrecke
I booked my first escort about six months ago. Not because I could not find other ways to meet people, but because the loneliness after my divorce had settled into something I could not shift. I lived alone in a…
I'm going to keep this vague in ways that'll probably be obvious. That's just how it is when you're from where I'm from. Belfast is a wee place. The bits that matter, the...
I know I'm probably not the typical person on here, if there is a typical person. Fairly new to this, eighteen months or so. Secondary school PE teacher, which I mention only because when I decided...
Living in Brighton means I've got access to a pretty open and diverse escort scene. As a bi guy, I've been lucky enough to explore connections with both male and female providers, and it's honestly fa
My family would disown me if they knew. Every Sunday at the gurdwara, surrounded by aunties discussing arranged marriage prospects, I smile and nod. Inside, I'm burning with secrets.The pressure to ma
Two weeks on the rig. Cold North Sea. Wind battering metal walls. Nothing but work and sleep and radio chatter. Thirty men. Same faces. Same stories. Waiting to get back to land.Sarah knows the drill.
I've been bouncing between Geneva and Dublin for work over the past few years, and the differences in how sex work operates never fails to fascinate me. My NGO job keeps me traveling, but let's be hon
I've been doing this long enough to have what I'd describe as a methodology, which is either a sign of a certain kind of personality or evidence that I've thought about it more than necessary....
Sometimes I think the only people awake during my hours are night shift workers and sex workers. Two tribes living in this weird parallel universe while everyone else sleeps or commutes or does whatev
Just got paid from me last site job and knew straight away was gonna treat meself. Been workin construction up near Limerick for weeks now. Tough graft. Concrete pourin all day means ya need some rele
Eight years. I don't talk about it much, even here. Not sure what there is to say that's useful rather than self-indulgent. My wife died in 2015. Breast cancer. Diagnosed in March, gone by October....
Living in Brighton means I've got access to a pretty diverse escort scene. And as someone who's bisexual, that diversity is something I really appreciate. My experiences with male and female escorts h