For the past few months, I’ve been seeing the occasional client. For a satisfying sum of cash, I travel across town to have sex with people I’ve often never met before. This may surprise some, but this is exactly where I want to be.
Peculiar Childhood Dream
I have dreamt of this job since I was little. Not that the full ins and outs were known to me at that time, but I admired the costumes, the independence, the community. Sex workers may not have been explicit in G Rated films, but they were hinted at often enough to gain a premature understanding. I envied and adored them, making fanart of The Police’s Roxanne and falling in love with Nita from Slumdog Millionaire. There is no age rating for the book, but I was far from old enough to watch the film.
Odd interests for a little girl I know, but I’m not alone in this. Dolly Parton and tech wizard Naomi Wu have spoken about the same experience, borrowing those aesthetics even if they chose not to go the full way. I always wanted the complete thing. This is, and always has been who I am. And try as I might, I could not change myself. So eventually I accepted it.
For a long time, prostitution seemed a peculiar dream that would never come to fruition, no matter how much I wanted it. Previous partners couldn’t make sense of my desires, and kept our relationships closed. I tried to be the most devoted partner I could, though it hurt me to ignore my own aspirations.
As I got to my mid 20’s, I felt I was running out of time. I recognised just how important those dreams were, and how unfulfilled I would remain should I deny them forever. I didn’t want to look back with regret.
Largely unsuccessfully, I tried online work and phone sex. But the singular phone sex session I had changed everything. It lasted 9 minutes. During those 9 minutes, I found it effortless, exciting, and my legs were shaking with arousal.
I thought,
Why aren’t I having sex with these people?
At Last
I started in June 2025.
I’ve had a few clients since then, and a few return customers. My clients have so far been kind, courteous and interesting men. I enjoy spending time with them, and I always look forward to seeing them again.
They seek me out for my large breasts or body hair, sometimes both. They tell me about their lives, and sometimes I tell them about mine. We sit and chat for a while, before we undress. I tell them interesting facts that relate to their job or their hobbies. Sometimes we cuddle. When it’s over, I take selfies in fancy bathrooms and get dressed by myself.
It feels like a special role. I get the opportunity to facilitate fantasies and fetishes that my clients always dreamed of, but never thought possible. Sometimes, when I show physical affection you can see how deeply it is felt. A touch on the cheek, or a cosy cuddle that lasts most of our session. Being able to lovingly offer that tenderness to someone who needs it means a great deal to me. Of course, the sex is an important part of the bookings. But on occasion I can see that the closeness means more.
I can’t work much, because of my health problems. But this job allows me that flexibility to work when I can, which no other industry can offer. I have been taking a very limited amount of bookings per month. I am aiming to increase that, but my health makes it so difficult. During the bad weeks, I continue to make online content. The hard work and progress continue, even when I can’t join my clients in the bedroom.
At last, I feel like part of the community I have wanted to join for so long. I no longer feel like I’m running behind, or wasting time. I am exactly where I want to be.
What’s in a Job Title?
Among friends, I interchangeably use the term escort and sex worker to describe myself. Escort doesn’t feel quite right because I have yet to escort anyone anywhere, and a friend thought the term meant I wasn’t having sex with my clients. There are so many terms that feel distinctly American – hooker for example, which I refrain from using. Whore is a bit too heavy for light conversation.
Prostitute is how I think of myself. It has a Britishness to it that I appreciate, and it felt like a relatively polite and appropriate term before I heard full service sex worker. The term is rejected by some, but organisations like the English Collective of Prostitutes still use it. It’s the word I grew up with, and feel represents me best.
What Next?
I’ll continue working. I’d like to meet some more lovely people, and get involved with the community in a larger way.
There are so many other things I’d like to do in and around this, and I will try to do them simultaneously. Event hosting, filmmaking, journalism. I am an incredibly passionate person, and truly want to make everything I can of this opportunity.
But regardless of where I go from here, I have made the best choice for myself. Over and over, I would choose this. At last, I have it.
Lots of love,
Perpetua