THB Sidebar: On A Personal Note

Being the piano player in the whore house doesn’t make you a bad piano player. It doesn’t make you a whore. It doesn’t make you a bad person. (I will sidestep the issue of whether sex work is a bad thing overall… I don’t think it neccessarily is and it is not inherently shameful… but not the discussion at issue right now… allow me the metaphor this one time, please.)

Just because I write harsh things when I think I need to do so does not mean that I am judging you. Sometimes it does. But I don’t play games about it. If I am speaking about you, I speak about you. That has been my rule for a very long time. No anonymous posting. No hidden agendas.

For 25 years-plus, I have been writing in public about this industry. It’s a weird job. I’m a weird person. But I love this industry. I have lived for a long time in this weird sidebar to the industry.

I am not unaware of my limitations and the things I do (besides being right when they don’t want to hear it) that can irritate people. The real…