I decided last night that I wanted to start a blog of my experiences. I’m not sure why. This just seems like the kind of thing one ends up writing about, I suppose. You can call me Lilith. I work in the South of the good ol’ US of A.
With the way our society views sex work, I feel like I’m obligated to have some tragic backstory of how I ended up here. The truth is, it’s nothing like that. I do this because it fits my personality. It fits my abilities, financial needs, and I’m damn good at what I do. I’m not a junkie (though I can give you a dozen reasons why you shouldn’t shame people that are). I’m in committed relationships with amazing people. My life is pretty amazing.
So I guess I answered my own query. I’m here because I want to fly in the face of the stereotypes. I love my job. I don’t work for drugs or because I have daddy issues. I have a loving husband that I come home to at the end of the day. Now this doesn’t mean I’ll never vent here…hell, no matter what you do for work, we all have bad days.
So here I am, documenting my journey in the world’s oldest profession. You’re welcome to come along for the ride.