April Adams

So you decided to open your relationship. Congratulations! Monogamy certainly seems tough, and since puberty, I have thought it profoundly wasteful to set up a game of chicken between commitment and the id. But I warn you: You may begin to find network television toothless, as so many plots lazily circle around infidelity, the threat of infidelity, or humor based in tension surrounding infidelity. Also, you fantastic free-thinker, a poly lifestyle isn't all Caligula all the time. The bacchanali

Twitter now has its very own Citizen Kane. A woman identifying herself as Aziah "Zola" King posted a 148-tweet epic Tuesday night about a trip to Florida and the incredible chaos that ensued. If true, it's a detailed first-person account of crossing paths with a sex trafficker and murderer. If false, it punches most screenplay treatments in the teeth anyway. Real or not, A Wild Weekend in Florida constitutes a leveling-up of social media's possibilities. Zola's story braided with a hungry news

For a couple years, I told my dad I worked as a caterer. I had been a line cook until I started escorting, so the story fit my skill set and random hours, as well as my ability to take off for month-long road trips at will. He worked in food when he was younger; we had it in common. Periodically I slipped into the macho, aggrieved tones I learned in restaurants and ranted about the imaginary fuck-ups of my coworkers. If you need to shut down the curious, bore people with hostility. Instant eye

On August 25, Rentboy.com’s CEO, Jeffrey Hurant, was arrested along with six of his employees by agents from the Department of Homeland Security. Over the last two years the cabinet department, created in the aftermath of 9/11 to fight terrorism, has been investigating a gay escort site, despite there being no federal law against prostitution. On Tuesday the DHS invoked the Travel Act, which makes it illegal to use the Internet (or mail, or, presumably, carrier pigeons) to do something intersta

I remember when I realized you could legally advertise escorting. I was 19 years old and thumbing through the yellow pages, sitting on the bed of a man who was generously offering to let me stay the night at his place, under certain conditions. After auto but before plumbing was a sheaf of full-page ads with stylized T&A smudgily reproduced. The phone numbers were in huge type. There was very little other information. "It's legal to charge for your time, so it's legal to advertise," he explaine

On Friday Nick Denton did something rare in the history of Gawker: He pulled a story. David Geithner, chief financial officer at Conde Nast and brother of former Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner, allegedly contracted with a male escort to meet in Chicago. The plan went south when the escort/porn star—identified by the Daily Caller as Leif Derek Truitt—discovered Geithner’s pedigree and supposedly requested that the CFO use his Washington connections to help with an eviction complaint in Texa

Last Monday, a man named Thomas Dart wrote MasterCard and asked them to stop processing payments on Backpage.com, the country's premier online adult services advertising board. He argued the company had "a moral, social and legal right to . . . make a fundamental and everlasting difference." MasterCard agreed, and on Tuesday, June 30, they ceased processing payments to Backpage. Visa pledged to follow suit the next day, and with American Express already having made a similar move earlier this y

By far my most successful ad was Marianne Dashwood. It was on Backpage, which looks like a craigslist knockoff, but only the escort section has any activity. You can get just about anything for any price, including the girl from Taken, or so hysterical articles proclaim. Most of the headlines are written in a mutating escalation of caps lock and symbols, so lowercase letters stand out graphically, an easy class indicator. I’m sure it will be shut down in a few years, at which point a visually id

Last weekend I met some new people. I'm "out" as a sex worker to a friend and was meeting his pals for the first time. When he told one of them what I do for a living, I was apprehensive. If Pretty Woman were real life, the friend would try to rape me and then be very angry about a nebulous business deal involving an old man, and I wasn't sure how that would translate. I shouldn't have worried. If there was awkwardness, I likely brought it with me, as per usual. A few times during the night, th

By the time Alaska Thunderfuck takes the stage at the 2015 Hookies, the audience is already celebratory. The bartenders are hot and pouring long, and the nominees have been stripping down since the red carpet at 8 PM. My guests are three sex workers, a designer who dabbled in the trade to support himself through school, and a programmer friend with her date. When you ask people to come along to the Escort Oscars, everyone says yes. The event is held at BPM, a club attached to the Out Hotel on

It's 3 AM on February 12, the Thursday before Mardi Gras. Rick's Cabaret, an upscale strip club on Bourbon Street, isn't busy, but it's not exactly dead, either. Camilla, a tall brunette in her early 30s, is smoking and relaxed. She isn't trying to sell me a dance, having already had a good night, including a half-hour in a private room with the genial contractor my friend Kate is currently toying with. "It's usually OK until Saturday. Sunday's very hit-or-miss," Camilla tells me. "Girls who've

My roommate recently sent me the link to Cowboys4Angels, a male escort site for women. "We should get drunk some night and call these guys!" My roommate and I are both escorts. We've talked about the importance of maintaining a proper ratio of sex that we enjoy to work—it's a mental health issue. My dance card stays full enough to make paying for it questionable, but I will do absurd things in the name of female solidarity, which is why I'm scheduled with Tom for seven tonight. I'm tired. I h

I don't know you, but I know that it's possible that your husband will cheat on you with a sex worker. I say that because I am one, and I am not short on clients. But not your husband, you say, not him! Other husbands, sure, but your relationship, your sex life, is different. You had a threesome with your college roommate ten years ago. You get a sitter and head to Vegas every August. You have that special thing with Law and Order marathons. You have a great marriage! Let me ask you: When was