therealprettyboygirl

“El Jefe”

It wasn’t that Rat didn’t appreciate Jeff’s help. If anything, he was the primary person enabling them to recover without taking a major hit to their finances. Jeff blundered his way into Rat’s room, encumbered by a number of bags containing everything from first aid supplies to a variety of soups and nonperishable items to stock the pantry. Stuffed into one bag was a now smushed bouquet of tulips. He presented them to Rat with a flourish.

“I remembered you said som...

Everybody Loves Richard

***I’m on vacation, y’all. i’ve needed a break for so long, and i’m finally getting one. here is a story from the archives in the meantime.***

Richard has been making more and more frequent appearances at the club recently, often looking tired, usually wearing the same purple-gray Champion sweatsuit set. It took some time before he recognized me consistently, but now we’ve gotten to the point we wave at each other and share a quick conversation. It’s our BSE, “b...

Sorry I Forgot Your Name

I’ve been going through a period of readjustment. My body is slowly losing some of the softness it accumulated over the course of the pandemic. I have new regulars now, and I’ve been lucky enough to retain a few of the older ones. I’ve fallen out of practice with retaining mens’ names. I can only meet a Brian or Jeff so many times before it becomes some John Doe placeholder. There was one particular regular who I’d met probably two and a half years ago, who for the duration of our r...

The Waiting Room

hey everyone,

i’ve been running behind with my deadlines, so this week i have a short passage from the book, but i will have more later this week once i submit this article. a lot has been going on with my return to the club and my various misadventures in polyamory. i hit a wall recently with my capacity to spin so many plates. i have been spinning maybe 6 for the past several months, each a separate part time job requiring 5-20hrs per week. it can be difficult to find any...

After The Fall

***hey everyone, it’s been a difficult time for mr./mrs.prettyboygirl. my mental health has been terrible. it’s been bad enough i’ve actually felt physically ill and unable to complete basic tasks. i’m doing my best to attend to myself, but it can be difficult when there are so many other things that need my care and attention. i hope you enjoy this short passage. it’s been especially difficult to write, so i’m a bit behind. thank you all for supporting my work and riding with me ...

The Fall

Ronnie was in a good mood, a rarity in Rat’s experience. Ronnie had Rat checked out in under five minutes. Whatever the reason, Rat was grateful. Domino walked them out. He was a large quiet man with a stern face like a bulldog, but Domino was soft. He was capable of flattening an unruly customer, but early in the evenings when nothing was going on, he liked to read mystery novels. He kept one tucked in his back pocket most of the time. Like Vegas, he also had a record. When he was eighteen...

Half Your Earnings, Plus A Tip

Michael floundered, clearly vacillating between taking the upsell and sticking to the original plan. The situation had already been overwhelming for him to begin with, and Rat could tell that he was second guessing even making the decision to purchase a dance. Rat didn’t want him to slip from the end of their hook, so they stepped in.

“Let’s just start with a single and then see how we feel.” Rat said, gently rubbing Michael’s back.

Sometimes Rat w...

Drag a Man into Debt

“Believe it or not, I owned a construction company that used to outfit businesses for whatever their needs might be. I was doing office buildings, private schools, stores at the mall, and the occasional strip club. Normally, we’d have these businesses on a five year payment plan for the outfitting renovations, but the strip clubs always seemed to pay everything off in a year or two. It got me thinking that these places must be bringing in a lot of money. So I decided to outfit my own club...

Trust Falls

“May I?” He asked, hovering a hand over Rat’s thigh.

“Of course, Darryl,” Rat replied.

Rat appreciated his courteousness. Most customers felt entitled to touch as they pleased without regard for Rat’s boundaries. It was refreshing not to have to put their foot down so early into their relationship. Darryl gently placed his hand on Rat’s thigh and kept it in place. He didn’t try to sneak it higher or lower, or do the awkward thing of anxiously ...

The Birkin Bag of Pussies

This was not how Rat had envisioned the night going. Not at all. Rat gingerly pushed themself up to sit. Their head was spinning. It had been a gamble, climbing onto one of the garbage bins to reach the fire escape ladder, especially after however many drinks they’d downed early that night. But inebriation makes overestimating one’s ability easier. Not simply easier, it makes the improbable appear like the logical choice. Rat was athletic. One might even characterize them as agile on a go...

The Crazy Russian

“Do I get to weigh in?” Darius asked.

Darius, Tiger, and Rat were browsing the Sunday farmers’ market downtown, under the bridge on Saratoga. The smell of funnel cakes wafted through the air. Rat was eating bread and butter pickle slices from a tub of pickles.

“No.” Rat replied, slurping pickle juice from the container.

“You’re not trans, sweaty.” Tiger added.

“I’m not, but!” Darius paused, watching Tig...

A Gazelle, A Rat, A Tiger, And Darius

The Lexington Market stop was bustling as usual. There were several schools nearby and the students were out for the day, walking together in dense cliques, stopping to loiter in front of shops and chatter loudly. As a fire truck's siren blared nearby, a mother crossed the street with a baby sleeping in a stroller, undeterred. There were couples, walking hand in hand, one in matching velour track sweatsuits; another sharing food from a styrofoam container; another slumped against one another,...

A Gender Fluid Threesome

“You have perfect nipples”

Rat looked up, unsure of who was addressing them. They were sitting in a booth beside one of the mini stages for VIP dances. Rat had been lost in thought, typing a to-do checklist into their phone. They hated forgetting important details, and they had forgotten a very important detail: to shave. Rat reached down self-consciously, and rubbed the stubble emerging on their shins, then grimaced. There was no doubt they would receive some snide comme...

Levels of Cruelty

hey everyone. this is an excerpt of a book i’m hoping to write. i was asked by a notable publishing company to put together a proposal. this is a bit of that. it is fiction. trigger warning: contains sexual assault.

Candy was in a twenty minute room. Good for her. She deserved a break, considering it had been a slow night for most of the girls. It’s harder to make things work when you’re not down to ride a few dicks or sell blowies, but everyone is entitled t...

A Solid Chunk of Money

Last week was a wonderful experiment that demonstrated why I need to have solid boundaries. The great irony was that I was the one overstepping my limits. My clients were all respectful, and relatively easy to wrangle, but my own impulse to overbook myself and push my own capacity left me spread so thin that I hardly felt like a person by Friday. I was a pleasure bot, whose function was to please. None of it was intentional. Initially, I’d set up outcalls for Wednesday and Friday, which is ...

Pole Dance As Music Video Metaphor: A Review of Montero, Good Days, and Cellophane

When I saw that SZA had released Good Days, a music video throughout which she uses pole dance as a vehicle for metaphor, I was reminded of Cellophane by FKA Twigs, and I started reflecting on how music videos have used pole dance to signal a variety of things: from fragility, grace, ascent and descent of the soul, and in the case of Montero by Lil Nas X, homophobic hell-bound damnation. How has the pole been appropriated as a visual metaphor in music videos lately; what work are those metaph...

My Virginal Vulva: Four Hour Fuck Fest pt. 2

Evan: How could they not?

***

Valeska: He smokes like my ex-husband. My ex got me into smoking. The worst part was how it became part of everything. I make coffee and smoke, come home from work and smoke. I stopped, but it’s so easy to start again. You drink and have a cigarette, and that’s it. That’s why now I just have a little puff from my vape.

Mr. Robinson said nothing, but adjusted his posture, uncrossing his arms a bit.

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Cyber Show Conflict

minor edit: this post is public and no longer behind a paywall, apologies for the paywall.

I know I said I would post my story, and I will later this week, but I need to get this off of my chest, because it has been keeping me up at night.

I have been so conflicted this past weekend trying to navigate whether or not the statement that my organization wrote was fair, accurate, and empathetic, and at this moment I am second guessing every word because of the pa...

Hex Work Burnout / Four Hour Fuck Fest pt 1

It has been quite a week. This entry is going to be continued later this week, because I’m very behind on my other work. I’m pitching an article about the effects of SESTA / FOSTA on the development of sex work community to a tech magazine; preparing for a panel discussion with the Criterion Collection; conditioning my body to teach pole tutorials for X-Pole; hosting a Strippers United general meeting; and many other things this week. Part 2 will arrive later, I promise. Thank you all for...

So You Wanna Rent A Whore

I was asked recently via IG what the proper way might be to go about purchasing time with a friendly neighborhood sex worker, and while I’ve discussed many of the considerations I have as a provider, it’s been a while since I’ve gone over the customer end of the exchange (beyond purchasing happy ending massages).

There are so many different services whores provide, from being arm candy and flirtatious company, lap dances in the privacy of your home, erotic massages, ha...

GKM: The Origin Story

Hey y’all, I’m on vacation, so here is one from the vault. Many of you know GKM is my primary escorting client/SD. But you may not have been following me long enough to know how we met. So here is the story from like almost 3 years ago.

Me: Hi.

Him: Hello there, beautiful.

Me: Mind if I sit with you?

Him: Please. I was waiting for you.

He pulled out the chair beside him and I sat down.

Him: The other girl sat with me, but as soon a...

Productive Criticism fun fun fun

I’m an activist. If you don’t know that by now, either I’m not using my rhetorical powers adequately, or I’m doing it so well that you’ve been learning without realizing what’s happening. Regardless, the work I do as an activist takes many forms. Here on Patreon, I do my antistigma work by writing about my experience as a sex worker in a way that makes accessible concepts that are often sensationalized, with the goal of humanizing an experience many people consider to be fringe, b...

A Good Whore Is Hard To Find

I've been putting off this post for a few reasons. One because I’m tired as fuck and have not had a moment to collect myself all week. Two, because I finally got to see one of my regulars who shall not be named (according to his wishes, certainly not mine), and we had such a Patreon entry worthy time together, it thoroughly broke my heart not to be able to talk about it. I’ve been caught in a back and forth regarding my responsibility to myself in being true to my work and experience, whi...

buying a ticket to the slut factory

Arousal is a fragile creature. I would describe the United States as a place characterized by flagging arousal and performance anxiety. I know it’s very human to have fear and shame integrated into every aspect of our bodies, from asymmetry, size, whether big or small, and other aesthetic to profound differences, but I don’t think we talk as much about how commonly this self-consciousness leaks into the bedroom. How does insecurity play out in our intimate spaces? How does it play out whe...

11th Month-a-versary

I know I’ve been a bit of a buzzkill in my latest posts. It’s been almost a year since our pandemmy began. I remember, for several of those first months, I was in denial. When the NBA postponed their season, Coachella and Lollapalooza completely cancelled, and my club shut its doors, I naively thought there was a chance we would wrap everything up by the summer. I sat high on my schadenfreude horse, laughing internally at everyone unlucky enough to have to celebrate a birthday while under...

Ravishing Ravaging Pandaddy

I feel like I need to download a little bit. Patreon has been incredible for me, as far as building additional revenue streams at a moment where my primary job has become totally unsafe to perform, but lately it has become stifling. Partially, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have invited so many clients to read my work. Knowing they might read it makes writing about them in a way that is genuine and unrestrained almost impossible. I could go for it and see what happens, but unfortunately, even...

The Body Machine

TW: death, schizophrenia

I didn’t quite know how to approach grieving this week. I felt it taking over my body at times, particularly my brain. I’ve been hopelessly scattered and disorganized, even with my best efforts. I’ve been torn between obligations, and the involuntary shutdown my mind and body cooperatively ctrl+alt+deleted, pausing all functionality over 1gb of data. Not to call myself a machine, but sometimes I do feel like some internal motor keeps me running ...

A Pause

She passed this week.

The best most of us could get was one final Zoom call with the camera on the table beside her hospital bed. She wasn’t awake or able to communicate because she was heavily sedated and needed a ventilator to breathe. It was not what she deserved. She was very well loved by so many people. Under normal circumstances, she would have died surrounded by enough friends and family to fill the whole room. But that wasn’t possible.

Honest Liars

Mr. Robinson had worried me since our first phone conversation because he particularly emphasized the need for our relationship to feel mutual. It had been a bit of an ego bruise for him to pay for my company, particularly at my above-market rates, but he had acquiesced. He had authored his own WYP page, there was no denying he at least anticipated some kind of monetary exchange when attempting to date people in their 20’s. But he wanted to be wanted, and while that is understandable, this ...

Working Through The Grief Pit

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It’s been a challenging week. In all honesty, I’d been planning out this entry for several days with the intent of leaning upbeat. But yesterday I received more difficult news, and I’m still processing my feelings. So to give myself adequate space to acknowledge the array of feelings I have right now, the entry this week will happen in two parts. Today’s part is about grief. Tomorrow’s part will be comedic.

Last week, after I received the initial...