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Belle de Jour is really... a scientist with a PhD? Hey, Spiderman was really a photojournalist.
The jig is up. Belle de Jour, the former prostitute behind the popular column "Diary of a London Call Girl" and TV series "Secret Diary of a Call Girl" is really British research scientist Dr. Brooke Magnanti, 34. Dr. Magnanti gave the oldest reason for turning to the oldest profession -- to pay for her PhD. Lemondrop: Text Message Analysis Leads to PhD
She came forward now allegedly out of fear that an ex-boyfriend might out her. Not even her literary agent knew who she really was.
"It was time. I've felt so much guardedness and paranoia about remaining anonymous recently," … Read More
Male prostitution is entering the spotlight. But why?
Hookers, lady hookers, have been getting plenty of media obsession run since… ever. But particularly since a young, firebrand governor in need of some comeuppance (and companionship) was caught spending bootloads of the family fortune on a particular female escort (oh that's right, his name is Eliot Spitzer and hers, Ashley Dupre).
Since then, we've (the media, I guess I'm one of those weasels) had all sorts of love for hos (sorry, Snoop). In addition to covering anything and everything money-for-sex-related, we (rather Showtime) delved deep into the world of hump-hump for ching-ching with Secret Diary Of A … Read More
On 20/20, Gov. Spitzer's call girl apologizes to the scorned wife.
Junior year of high school, my first serious boyfriend cheated on me -- with a soccer referee who was also named "Jessica," if I remember correctly.
I should have seen it coming -- he was a soccer playing jock, a "bad boy," and so handsome that even my father said he looked like a "Greek god. But I was in loooooooove and so I did what any other 17-year-old girl would have done in this situation:
I found out that girls's AIM screenname and confronted her over the Internets.
But things didn't exactly go as … Read More
During hard economic times, some guys just want to cuddle.
You don't have to be former Gov. Eliot Spitzer's $1,000-a-night "friend" Ashley Dupre to be fretful of how Wall Street's plummet is effecting one sector of working girls: Slate.com wonders "What the Financial Crisis Means For High End Prostitutes?"
But what author Sudhir Venkatesh (who wrote the memoir, Gang Leader For a Day, which I'm told is incredible) discovered about high-end sex workers in hard economic times may surprise you: many pink-slipped former captains of industry (also known as Big Swinging D*cks) don't want sex; they just need the proverbial shoulder to cry on. Comfort, not … Read More
"It’s a bad time to be an high-paid/over-paid prostitute in New York."
Interesting post on Debauchette today, about how the economic downturn, has affected high-class call girls. With wealthy investment bankers and other Wall-Streeters losing their jobs, expensive companions may have fewer clients and less money.
Debauchette, you might remember, is the courtesan (she prefers the term "whoretesan," heehee) and blogger, who came to national attention when Diane Sawyer interviewed her earlier this year in the wake of the Eliot Spitzer scandal. Yesterday she wrote that three of her clients have called this week to make sure she's financially solvent. In case you're wondering … Read More
An officer moonlighted as a high-priced call girl.
We need to pay military personnel more money. A naval officer testified as part of the DC madam trial. According to FoxNews, the Lt. Commander Rebecca Dickinson turned tricks for DC Madam Deborah Palfrey up until 2006. She liked the extra scratch and the money wasn’t bad either.
So, the Navy is a little embarrassed by this, she’s ‘on leave’ for the time being. Not as embarrassed as the Tailhook Scandal but still fairly embarrassed. We were wondering how an enterprising young lady would get into this business. According to the Washington Post, there are tryouts. … Read More
One man's visit to a Canadian strip club reveals the selfish side of love.
You can touch a stripper in Toronto. You can fondle her thighs, squeeze her boobs, kiss the nape of her neck as she arches her back in pretend ecstasy. Unlike the American clubs where you’ll get beaten by a bouncer and tossed in the alley if you lay a finger on her, you can do almost anything you want in Toronto.
"You can touch me anywhere except my p***y," the blonde told me. "That's my job."
She was curvy and ravishing. She smelled like hand sanitizer. She charged $20 a song to sit naked on my jeans in a dim … Read More
