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.