This year, I am thankful for:Red wineNasty pornoHangover curesMAC's Red Russian lipstickAnd my silver bullet vibrator, the only sex toy I've ever needed.Most of all, I'm thankful to all of you for co...
I'm seeking "kept women" to talk to for an article about the modern mistress and the sugardaddy/sugarbaby relationship. If you or someone you know has a sugardaddy or works as a mistress to a rich ma...
The first time I retired was far from the end. I was sort of like an alcoholic who keeps trying different tricks to drink like a normal person – just beer, only on weekends, only with dinner, etc. Th...
Guess who's interviewed in L Magazine's Sex ish? A bunch of people, but also me!
... and I wrote about it on Radar.
Show about that OTHER callgirl premieresEW's Tricks of the Trade highlights 25 Hollywood HookersThe top 20 songs about hookersMore songs about hookersIn non-hooker news, stick a beer belly on this gu...
I’ve never been the girl who is into musicians. Part of it is just laziness. I’d rather scoop up low-hanging fruits than wear myself out jumping for the really juicy stuff at the top. And I just plai...
This blog isn't dead, it's just sleeping. And doesn't it look like an angel when it sleeps?In the meantime, I'd like to welcome all the folks who actually read the articles and found me in this month...
No matter how lame and gentrified its current incarnation may be, I will always have a soft spot in my heart for the East Village, maybe because the East Village seems to have a soft spot for hookers...
Tim took me to what is still the coolest bar I’ve ever stepped stiletto in. It was a dimly lit downstairs lounge, unmarked from the outside. It had useless design features that probably cost more tha...
Shit, ya'll, I know.I've been a bad, bag blogger. I've been careless with your delicate hearts. Many of you have been hounding me, hounding I say!, for my thoughts on the Spitzer scandal. At first I ...
Knowing where I ended up, people often want to know if I was molested as a child. I wasn't, but not for lack of trying.I first discovered the exciting world of sexual abuse in sixth grade, when my el...
Joe did not remember me. Since I spend half my life wondering if I’ve fucked that guy smiling at me in the grocery store line, from the adjacent treadmill, or across from me on the subway train, I co...
Since you guys know my feelings on romance (to recap: fuck it), you may be surprised to find out that I’m really into Valentine’s Day.People love to grumble about how it’s a made-up capitalistic holi...
As a young girl, I eventually aquired one porno tape, Masseuse II, given to me by an enterprising school chum who got a handjob for his trouble. I liked the Randy West and Steven St. Croix scenes a l...
I kick off the "I Chat With..." feature over at Chief Magazine blog.
Ok, so today’s WDJ isn’t actually a whore at all, but he is selling sex. Bart is a freelancer who makes the bulk of his living writing erotic fiction, escort ads, and porn site copy like “Are you a h...
Sam wanted to play with my tits. The word he specifically used was “worship.” He wanted to worship my tits. He had advertised for a nice, young “non-pro” lady to come over, take her top off and let h...
I am not a political lady, but my vagina knows how it feels on the issues. It is in this spirit of democracy that I joined the discussion of Huckabee fuckability over on SLC Outsider. All I know for ...
So I’ve been watching the first season of HBO’s Flight of the Conchords. I’m so late to the party on this one that there’s no booze left and somebody drew in Sharpie all over a passed-out dude’s face...
My first real boyfriend pool was a group of underemployed guys in their mid-20s who let me and my slutty friend Jenny watch them play Vampire: the Masquerade between the time junior high adjourned fo...
Romance sucks. That is, the traditional idea of what romance is sucks. Fuck flowers, the best first-date gift I ever got was a book my date thought I would like. Hearts and flowers and carriage rides...
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