Out on a girls night a few months ago, in the smoking area (where all the best conversations happen), I had a chat with a woman about her relationship. Sex workers will know, as soon as you reveal your job to someone new, you are bound to be bombarded with 101 invasive questions about your lifestyle choices. I know many workers hate this. Personally, I kinda love it! If it’s a man he will tend to be either incredibly embarrassed (fun!), acceptably curious, or his mask will sl

A ritual of this nature takes a hold on me for days before it even begins. Cold little worms of anxiety hatch in my amygdala and wriggle their way over to the prefrontal cortex, making each day a little muddier until I can begin. My thoughts on a loop: do I have the balances right? Are my intentions set? What if it all goes wrong and I hurt him? What if his head explodes?! Being an anxious and OCD-suffering witch is a funny one. It’s needing a candle for a ritual and then won

“One Thing” Since I was a child, I remember living in deep daydreams. I would take myself off to bed early every night so that I could lie in the dark and spend hours envisioning different lives for myself, different versions of who I would be when I grew up. I never wanted to be one thing . I would take any chance I could get to spend time alone and work on these “visions”. On school trips I would ask to sit by myself so I could have extra time to close my eyes and explore m

I've been journaling a lot lately, first thing in the morning, a quick stream of consciousness. I keep coming back to a particular fantasy; a vision of my future. I see it so clearly now that I thought I’d share it here. Not a date this time, but a dream life… PART 1 (MORNING) I wake up early, to the sound of absolute silence. The first sound I hear is the little antique bell I ring to let her know I’m ready. My favourite sissy maid comes into my room with my morning coffee.