The money, honey part 1

The money, honey part 1

  It’s not that hard to go legit as a hooker, so I thought I would share a few things that I have found in case any other working girls who read my blog are interested. The first thing is to remember that we are actually in a pretty fortunate position here in New Zealand,…

What to do if you bump into your sex worker in public

What to do if you bump into your sex worker in public

We all need to get out and about in the world to buy stuff and whatever, and sometimes we are with our families, work colleagues, friends or partners when a sex worker bumps into one of her clients. So what is the correct thing to do if you bump into a sex worker that you…

A rose by any other name

A rose by any other name

A lot of people call and ask about services, but if they are not that familiar with the sex industry or have never visited a working girl, they may not understand the meanings of some of the terms I (or other working girls) might use.  So I thought it would be fun to write a…

Places I have worked part 3

Places I have worked part 3

I’ve always hated this corny song, although this version seems tolerable.  Please play it while you read my post. A brothel next to a nunnery.  Seriously, it was.  There was a convent next door to Tudor Court where nuns lived.  Once some visiting elderly nuns walked up our path accidentally while the girls were all…

Places I have worked part 2

Places I have worked part 2

London.  London was a very strange town to find work in.  Luckily I wasn’t desperate for money but I thought it would be interesting to check out the sex work scene, mainly so I could say I had done it. Even though it was equally as illegal to be a sex worker as it was…

Sex work is hot!

Sex work is hot!

That lady with the chopsticks at the beginning of the video.  I get like that. So, sex work can be pretty darn hot.  Sometimes I feel like a slutty 16 year old all over again.  (Other days not so much.)  But it is so much fun when it is hot: sex is mind-altering, mind-blowing. Every…

Men who love breasts

Men who love breasts

The bosom of Amber O’Hara I have my share of “breast men” who call on me, (which is lucky because my derriere is not really anything to write home about).  For these men who fantasize about the wonders of a luscious bosom, I flaunt my body, usually dressing in low-cut blouses, which hopefully invite them…

Places I have worked part 1

Places I have worked part 1

  This is the first part in a series of reminiscences about places I have worked.  I mentioned earlier that I had worked as a sex worker one summer as a teenager, back then when it was still illegal. The Penthouse was the first place I worked in when I entered the sex industry in…

RIP Lou Reed and thank you for my personal sex work anthem

RIP Lou Reed and thank you for my personal sex work anthem

  As a baby hooker back in the day, I listened to Lou Reed every night while I had sex with my clients. It was my first summer as a sex worker, and a fellow private school girl who was saving up for an expensive piece of sports equipment came to stay with me in…

Where to from here?

Where to from here?

  So … I’ve decided to get back into sex work. Apart from a brief spell at Bon Ton in Wellington almost 3 years ago, I have not “worked” since before it was legalised.  Back then there was a host of things to worry about, namely arrest and public exposure in the court pages of…