I’ve learned that I’m under surveillance again. People ask about this, so I’ll tell you – this is how you know if you’re under surveillance: you hire a private investigator. Investigators are expensive as shit, but as far as I can tell, the only way to know if someone has you under [...]

In the comments, Axe wrote:
OK now I must ask what qualities a man would have to bring out a womans dominance.
Is it a look?
Puppydog eyes?
A sign that says “please hurt me”?
Old spice?
Plain Jane offered in this response:
For me I find there are a couple of types of guys that bring out my dominant side:
1) Someone [...]

The trouble with sex is that the more you have it, the more you want it. I’d been having it with some frequency and then, with the Spitzer spectacle, it came to an abrupt stop – I killed appointments and gigs and dates to stay in. I’ve been hermetic, with one delicious exception, [...]

When she asked why I have trouble with commitment, I said, “Because I’m a pussy.”
Except I didn’t say pussy. I caught myself and used a woefully inadequate and slightly less offensive synonym.
“You’ve been hurt?” she asked.
Sure, I said.
Yes.
Well, who hasn’t been hurt? Pain is important for perspective.
I know I’m a pussy because six [...]

I arrive, pull the scarf from my neck, drop my purse, and shrug out of my coat. It’s a mild day, but you never know with New York. It can be sixty degrees by day and thirty by night – I play it safe.
“I think we should fuck,” he says, smiling. I’m thinking we [...]

The first wave of press came and went. Those were the requests for names and gossip. They were easy to ignore.
The second wave of press has been different. These are requests for something much more in-depth and thorough.
From some people, I hear: “Don’t be stupid. Take advantage of the moment.”
From others: “Don’t [...]

With the resurfacing of Note, I want to tell a story.
Before debauchette, there was another blog, which, at one point, fell dormant for about a year. During that year, I was very active with clients, but I was also very isolated. I hadn’t learned to manage the strain of a split life, and rather [...]

The migraine’s ebbed – the libido’s piqued.
I have nothing of value to note.
I’ve been thinking about the Williamsburg gentleman and his talent. I love his work. And I still feel wrong writing about him. I have his permission, and yet…
In other news, I could practically hear fuckbuddy stop, drop, and roll the [...]

I’ve got a migraine that could cut glass. They say TMJ is a sex worker’s affliction, what with all that temporomandibular attention we give to a man’s cock. Me, my TMJ is all compressed stress. I’ve been clenching all day.
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So, the press found me. Well, they haven’t found me, but they’ve [...]

I write for two reasons: it’s a form of release, foremost, and it leaves a record. But it’s only useful to me if it’s honest. Empty it of its authenticity and it’s just a writing exercise.
This raises the question: what’s honest?
The act of writing is a process of selection, creation, and sometimes extrapolation, [...]