Welcome to Brain-Throbs & Blow Jobs, a column highlighting the great minds and perspectives of Bay Area sex workers through interviews and photo portraits. I gave birth five months ago, and I’m really excited to celebrate my first Mother’s Day with my child. The first one feels special, like I’m suddenly

This year for Mother’s Day I’m not getting my mom flowers or candy or any of the things we’ve been told by Hallmark that we’re supposed to do. This year, just like last year, I’m donating $50 in my mother’s name to National Bail Out, an organization working to end

Mother’s Day is just around the corner and NYC is the place to be if you’re looking to spoil the woman that pushed you out of her body. She did that, you know…or you were CUT OUT of her. Either way, she deserves some bottomless mimosas or ridiculous bloody mary’s,

I am the Elvis Presley of gift-giving. Once a friend told me a story about how her parents chucked her Addam’s Family board game because they feared it was a bad influence on her younger brother. You better believe I found the very same board game on eBay and gave

Today is the love fest that is Mother’s Day, so if you haven’t already sent flowers, taken her out, or gave her a call, you need to stop reading this, and quit being an asshole. There’s tons of dining deals going on today, because nothing says I love you like

If you’re mother is not in New York, you can escape the day with a skype call and an e-card from BlueMountain and laugh all the way to the bank.  Then cry at the bank when you realize you still have no money. Then, go home and watch the Married