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I've spent close to €20,000 on escorts over five years. Not something I'm proud of, but also not something I'm entirely ashamed of. The math haunts me sometimes. That's a car. A kitchen renovation. Un
Went out wi me mates Saturday like usual. Started at the Bigg Market round 8 had few pints some jagerbombs usual weekend stuff. Lads were proper rowdy Jamie was goin on bout his new job at the shipyar
Another week on the road. Another hotel room that looks exactly like the last one. Sometimes I wonder if these places are designed to make business travelers slowly lose their minds. Liverpool this ti
Three weeks on the rig this time. Cold north sea. Constant machine noise and men everywhere. You forget what soft touches feel like. What perfume smells like. Just salt and diesel and sweat.When I get
I never thought I'd be here, writing about hiring companionship after Margaret passed. Retirement was supposed to be our time together, travelling, reading, just being. Now it's just me and too many q
Sometimes I wonder if my social anxiety is why I became a software developer. Code makes sense. People don't. Last night with Siobhan felt like debugging human interaction.I booked her through a discr
I hate the pre-booking conversation. Every single time. There's this moment where I have to explain my body, my transness, and hope the person I'm about to see doesn't suddenly decide I'm too complica
Theres a lot that happens in a pub after the last regulars stumble out. Theres stories that dont get told. Conversations that hover just above a whisper. And Im not just talking about the drink talkin
Manchester to Leeds, Leeds to Newcastle, back down to Birmingham. Some weeks the motorway feels like my only real home. My exec Audi's seen more of Britain than most people ever will. And yeah ok I kn
Sometimes I wonder if my wife would recognize the man I become in those hotel rooms. Not the successful consultant who comes home with spreadsheets and business dinners, but someone softer. More vulne
Theres things men dont talk about in the pub. Not the football scores or the cattle prices. The real stuff. The loneliness. The hunger. Old lads like meself who spend decades married and suddenly find
Dating's always been a minefield for me. The constant social performance, the unspoken rules, the anxiety of reading signals. As an autistic guy in Belfast, traditional dating feels like trying to sol
Another brutal week at the bank. Twelve-hour days, back-to-back meetings, constant pressure from senior management. By Friday, I was completely burnt out. My usual go-to for decompression is Alice, a
I've learned something about loneliness in these past three years since Margaret died. It's not always about being by yourself. Sometimes it's about feeling disconnected, even in a room full of people
ive watched a ton of porn over the years like most guys my age and lets be real. it sets up some crazy unrealistic expectations. when i finally booked my first escort i thought it would be exactly lik
Right so lemme tell ya how a proper night goes in Newcastle. Lads night out starts early doors at the Bigg Market few pints in me then we're bouncin between bars. Everyone's loud everyone's mad everyo
Two weeks offshore. Cold metal. Gray waves. Your world shrinks to steel corridors and radio chatter. I know this rhythm too well. Aberdeen boys understand. We work hard. We spend harder.Last trip was
First time writing about this, so bear with me. I've been in Zurich for almost five years now and the difference in how sex work operates here compared to back in London is night and day. In the UK, e