In the midst of addiction I've sold myself for money, it started off with selling a few of panties and socks those things online and having a sugar daddy. Fast money and decent looks make men swoon.
What most women won't admit age takes it's toll on them. As I had a drug problem I lost everything. Spent 1st few years on the road 97' to 00' figuring it out. After that I had a few contacts for escorts. If you can suck a dick and look decent you're good to go.
However traveling made thing's easier to certain extent. However trading one business venture to say escort service wasn't a step up. It was good money but chances are if you're young you'll be sexually assaulted if you don't have protection i.e. razor or blade. It really shows me how low people are in the bed. Had a lawyer dude want to fuck my feet?! Of all places?! It was weird as shit.
I met my man at a Unholy Grave show summer of 09' in Berkeley CA and it was fireworks from there. He knew stories about me and told me, if You really want me you gotta stop that shit he played ignorant for awhile but I had to get sober as well the money it's SOOOOOOOO easy being an escort but the risk and my man's heart isn't worth it. I admit in times of being tough I've done things that he'd be bummed about. He's been so good to me and I don't want to fuck this up.
Since 2010 to recently I've been sober and have a kinda soulsucking job but it could be worse. Like sucking dick kinda worse but as they say in AA one day at a time.