How you sell matters. What your process is matters. But how your customers feel when they engage with you matters more, especially when selling lap dances at a strip club.

Anal beads, pronouns, and surgical gloves: My non-binary roommate experience

Poop references, races to the bathroom, and disgusting nicknames aside, I have never wanted to trade my brothers for sisters, I don’t care how many times they farted on me.

At sixteen-years-old, I had one of the most fun summers of my life, and learned a thing or two about water pumps.

I have had many part time jobs, but never one that required so many needles.

Nothing is scarier than a clown, except a clown with an affinity for oral sex.

The relationship I had with my sugar daddy was a rare one, mostly because it only lasted twenty minutes.

Turns out writing a song for a long-lost love, recording it, and shipping it over international waters, isn't enough to win them over.

My quest to make the most amount of money, in the least amount of time, doing the littlest amount of work possible has led me to this conclusion; jobs like these usually require full frontal nudity.

The Passover seder requires all participants to drink four glasses of wine, and when I was seven years old, it sure made for an interesting night.

Alzheimer’s is no laughing matter, except for when the person with Alzheimer’s is your mother, and her favorite topic of conversation is large penises.

Stale snacks, prolapsed anuses, and naughty septuagenarians; my first experience in a BDSM dungeon