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This journal is my experiment in non-linear memoir. I'll be talking about experiences as I recall them and sometimes my memory doesn't come into precise focus until I'm onto another topic entirely so I'll fill in the blanks here and there as they occur to me. I'll be jumping around the timeline often enough to give you whiplash, but if you're obsessed with linear narrative my extensive tagging should help you to keep your head from exploding.

I'm not going to pull any punches here and I'm not soliciting any sympathy. It's a time of my life that I have mixed feelings about and there were both good and bad things about it and I'll talk about both. Prostitution is a racket. It's a racket designed to part men from their money. I parted many men from lots of money. Along the way, I met people who were nice, people who sucked, people who used me and people who I used right back. I worked with backstabbing bitches as well as really great and loyal, giving girls. Most of my clearest recollections are things that I find or found either amusing or mock-worthy, but you might find them mostly to be mean and depressing. I just don't know. Some of this shit was pretty funny in a sort of horrifying way.

Ultimately, I left the sex industry about seven years ago because I just got to the point where I felt like it was destroying my soul. But the weird thing is that I can't say I honestly regret it. I learned a lot about people and about sex and lots of other things as well. I had some really good times and nothing particularly awful ever happened to me -- I was never raped, beaten up, arrested, robbed and I never caught any STDs. I wasn't addicted to drugs. I made a lot of money, none of which I have now. If I have a single regret it's that I let so much money slip through my fingers instead of investing it. Over the course of 10 years I probably made close to a million dollars. No lie. It's a lot of money and I've got shit to show for it, but it's one of those things that happens when you work in the underground economy. Everything is cash and there's always more wherever it came from, but eventually I just got tired of the stress, the drama and the soul-sucking so I quit and have basically changed my entire life in the five years since then and I'm not even the same person anymore, but I remember her well and I want to write it all down while it's still pretty fresh. And yeah, some of it's just damn entertaining. Enjoy the ride.