Melissa Petro

It's time to talk substantively and honestly about how sex work isn't any one thing.

I do have one advantage when it comes to meeting people online: I really like dating. I like getting dressed up and going out. I even kind of dig meeting someone new. I know these are aspects of dating other people dread, but I’ve always enjoyed these things. Perhaps this is one explanation for (or else a result of) my sex work past, I dunno. I know that, in the beginning, I thought of dating as an adventure. I didn’t take it too seriously.

Sure, "friends forever" sounds nice. In theory. But sometimes it's better that two people just not be friends.

If you watch TV and movies hoping to be emotionally moved or intellectually challenged, you know that means you’ll some

For someone like me — someone with difficulty forming and maintaining relationships, who has struggled with commitment, and who’s got intimacy issues galore — surely, you can see the appeal. You don’t need to be Freud to figure out why, at a disturbingly young age, I looked forward to the day a man would commit.

"We built a luxury dream home but can only afford to have two children."

Arran and I joke that no one wants to go to a wedding, not really— and maybe that’s true, but (perhaps naively) we had thought of the day as a gift to everyone involved, including ourselves.

The other day on Facebook, one of my friends remarked that I was a “later-in-life” bride.

The biggest fashion mistake of my lifetime may not be what I wore, but what I didn’t.

“If you believe in the decriminalisation of sex work,” Ian Dunt rightfully points out, “you will instantly come under a sustained and highly emotive attack on your morality and your identity.” In this vein, when a man comes out in favor of sex worker’s rights, he becomes “a betrayer of women, a gender Judas encouraging violence against them.”