December 2017, Nashville, My hotel room I don’t usually post stories that are this revealing, especially about my sex life, but one of the stories made my editor laugh so hard, he made me promise to include it on my blog. And, If I’m gonna talk about my sex life…

Pensacola, FL, My hotel room, July 2014 A client asks for a completely dark massage space and my sensors are screaming ‘RED ALERT’. I was on a long overdue three-day vacation in Pensacola. I had the typical Florida agenda: bob in the clear blue water, catch some rays, do some…

July, 2014, Gulfport, MS & the Central Business District (CBD) ­­of New Orleans On the way to one of the South’s most affordable lesser-known paradise islands, I found myself in a potentially precarious situation. Over the last fifteen or twenty years, I have been a member of several social media…

Tuesday February 24th, 2015, 7:45 pm, a private home in a small subdivision in the Ohio countryside Note: I received permission from Tim and Clark to share this story. It was an out call to a client’s house, twenty-five minutes from the city that hurried me out of the hotel…

Thursday May 24, 2018, 11 am, my hotel room, Independence, OH I’m sitting at my laptop in my hotel room while Gracie, the house keeper with whom I’ve conspired to deputize as ‘my’ housekeeper, begins to spray the shower floor. She asks: Gracie: So, you married? Me: No ma’am. Gracie: Girlfriend? Me: Definitely not. Gracie: Any kids? Me: No, I wasn’t called to parenthood. I thought her next question was going to be, “are you a lesbian?” a reference to the movie Four Weddings and a Funeral.

Sunday, April 16, 2017, 6:02 pm, my apartment, Texas Before I started this job, I didn’t do any research about the ‘traveling massage gig’ industry. Of course, I read other massage ads on the sites on which I was going to post my massage ad…but, that was about it. Why…

Monday, July 18, 2017, 7 pm, Houston, TX (Allen Parkway & Montrose areas) My philosophical moments come unexpectedly, and, not often enough. It was early this evening and after reading between the veiled comments of text messages, I realized that my friend had once again fallen into a lifeless position…

Some morning in late 2015, 10:30 am, Massage School, Texas Note: To protect their privacy, I have changed the names of those mentioned in this post. All of my posts, especially this one, are true. I’m about to fall asleep in massage class. It’s the middle of the morning —…