The Beginning

After graduating college, I became a whore.

I didn't expect this to happen. Escorting / sex-work / prostitution isn't a field I had any ambitions on entering. But the small amount of jobs available for recent grads left me with few other options. Compared to temping at an office or selling clothes at the mall, prostitution looked downright practical.

My agent takes a twenty-percent commission -- less than she would for one of the girls. I'm left with about $200 per booking, plus tips. The hours are strange, and working weekends is common, but other than that business has been fairly pleasurable. As you can see, my name is Julian. Well, not really, but I'm sure you understand the need for me to maintain my anonymity.

To the best of my knowledge, I am one of very, very few men who have blogged or even written about their experiences as a sex-worker. I'll do my best to keep my blog light and entertaining, strong sexual content is clearly a given. There's just one last thing I'd like to make clear before I end this post.

I am not a drug addict, nor was I ever abused as a child. In fact, one could say I grew up upper-middle class, and unlike many households in America my parents are still together. I wasn't forced, coerced or otherwise "led" into becoming a prostitute; I am here under my own volition. My clients are women, and I don't work with other men. That being said, I'm a big supporter of the gay community, and think that the debate over gay marriage is one that should be ended with equal rights for all.

All right, I'm off for the evening. Someone has to pay the rent ;-)