How could my cherished and super-lovely professional boyfriend have pined for a woman who made a career out of selling sex?

 And if she fucked guys for a living, was she far better in bed than me?
“This is for couples only,” he the beige suit manager barked, clearly angry. “A couple is a man and a woman.”
I remained Halloween’s committed sycophant until my 28th year, when our love affair abruptly ended on the subway after a gay man called me a "hooker."

Oct 19, 2011 at 3:00pm | 0 comments

How taking my clothes off for a Madam and the story that followed landed me a stalker, media scorn and ultimately taught me the value of privacy.