Favoured Strangers

NYC sex worker, queer activist and performance artist, writer. fierce femme & pancake maker.

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When work creeps into bed with you…
Sooo, I took a boy home the other night. An Iowa City punk rock townie, mostly out of boredom with this sleepy midwest town and its lack of queers. He didn’t have a condom and was having a hardtime getting off with just a handjob. He kept wanting to dry hump my vag and I kept having to re-explain how STIs transfer and how I have a primary partner, which means I don’t have unprotected with other people because I don’t want to put myself or my partner or the person I’m fucking right now at risk. That means oral of any stripe and genital contact only happens with protection. I am a little more lax about gloves, though perhaps I shouldn’t be.
He also continually asked if we could have sex without a condom.
"I’d pull-out and everything"
"That’s not a thing."
"That’s not a thing with you?"
"No, that’s not a thing. That’s now how STIs or babies work!" It shouldn’t be a thing for anyone, but apparently it is.
After a couple more minutes of trying a handjob without success, he told me he liked feet.
Ooooh, I’m really good at that. Professional even.
Where do I even meet these guys? If it’s not a sad lawyer at a bar who wants to reveal his professional woes to me then it’s a 23 year old foot fetishist with a tape distro in the middle of the nowhere. It’s like right after I stopped working at Montreal’s porn theatre old men would still come up to me in the streets and tell me their sad perverted old man stories.
Has anyone else developed that special sex-worker skill where you can just feel someone’s loneliness rolling off them in waves?  I can’t be the only one.

When work creeps into bed with you…

Sooo, I took a boy home the other night. An Iowa City punk rock townie, mostly out of boredom with this sleepy midwest town and its lack of queers. He didn’t have a condom and was having a hardtime getting off with just a handjob. He kept wanting to dry hump my vag and I kept having to re-explain how STIs transfer and how I have a primary partner, which means I don’t have unprotected with other people because I don’t want to put myself or my partner or the person I’m fucking right now at risk. That means oral of any stripe and genital contact only happens with protection. I am a little more lax about gloves, though perhaps I shouldn’t be.

He also continually asked if we could have sex without a condom.

"I’d pull-out and everything"

"That’s not a thing."

"That’s not a thing with you?"

"No, that’s not a thing. That’s now how STIs or babies work!" It shouldn’t be a thing for anyone, but apparently it is.

After a couple more minutes of trying a handjob without success, he told me he liked feet.

Ooooh, I’m really good at that. Professional even.

Where do I even meet these guys? If it’s not a sad lawyer at a bar who wants to reveal his professional woes to me then it’s a 23 year old foot fetishist with a tape distro in the middle of the nowhere. It’s like right after I stopped working at Montreal’s porn theatre old men would still come up to me in the streets and tell me their sad perverted old man stories.

Has anyone else developed that special sex-worker skill where you can just feel someone’s loneliness rolling off them in waves?  I can’t be the only one.


Tags: #sex work #loneliness #footjobs #one night stands

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  4. ashleyintransit said: yes
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