About the Sex-for-sale Business

The escort netherworld revealed

It was a life-defining moment when my job freelance-writing for a sex magazine turned into a full-time job selling ads to hookers. But while it wasn’t really my aspiration to cater to the whims of some very entitled and spoiled clients, it beat driving a taxi.

So I went for the job and for the next 20 years, found myself consumed by the escort industry. I mean…why not? I was making big money — and hanging out with hot girls all day. What guy wouldn’t want that job?

I ran with the opportunity until the authorities decided that functioning as an ad agency for escorts was against the law, and spanked me with a huge fine — and a year in prison to ponder my indiscretion.

But that’s not the point. In those two decades, I learned an awful lot about not just the business — and the mindset of the girls who earn their living within — but about the female psyche as well.

It was really an eye-opening 20 years. As an amateur sociologist, I found the business and its practitioners fascinating. And in this publication, I share some of my insights and hope that others will share theirs as well.

I am no longer a part of the business — as I’m not tryna go back to prison. So I reminisce here and invite all to share their feedback, stories and/or thoughts on the legalities and moralities associated with the penumbral pursuit of the almighty buck earned flat on your back (or on your knees).