Welcome to Brain-Throbs & Blow Jobs, a column that will be highlighting the great minds and perspectives of Bay Area sex workers through interviews and photo portraits. I met Oakland based Pro Domme, Avalon Black, for a drink at a local coffee shop, and was reminded that being Dominant is not

By Conor Coxxx This is an incredibly relevant topic to me as I have just recently luckily received road head so it is fresh in my mind what I would recommend to do and NOT recommend to do. A lot of these tips were applied during a recent scene I

By Rob Yaeger I remember the first time I saw a client. It was a bleak day in March 2010. It had never been my intention to be a sex worker. Yet there I was welcoming an entirely average-looking 50-something guy into a tenement apartment in the Flower District for

Whenever anyone googles me, the inevitable question I get is: “You say you are an omnisexual. What is that?” It’s a fair question and I don’t begrudge anyone who asks it. Put simply, omnisexual is like omnivore, except with fucking instead of food. 

Spy Emerson: performance artist, salacious sex goddess and owner/purveyor of the infamous Hook-Up Truck, adorned the stage of Albany’s historic Ivy Room Monday, for an iterative performance of Happy Forever, her vaudevillian, burlesque-esque variety-and-game show of sin, surrealism and surprise. Happy Forever has taken numerous shapes and forms over its 20-year

Welcome to Brain-Throbs & Blow Jobs, a brand-new column that will be highlighting the great minds and perspectives of Bay Area sex workers through interviews and photo portraits. A few short years ago, adult film performer Stoya released two tweets that broke the porn industry’s silence about sexual violence and

IT PAYS by Allyson Darling   Violet-colored feathers encircled my eyes; the elastic tied around my head pulled at my hair — a Mardi Gras mask wasn’t exactly the item I had imagined wearing to protect my identity. I lied on my stomach with my feet splayed out on a

Several years ago when I was what could only charitably be termed as a “baby” queer, I had gone to meet some friends for a drink at the carpeted mineshaft that was the former incarnation of the Midnight Sun on Pride Friday.  The Castro was already pulsating with hundreds of