ABSTRACT
Throughout my twenties I didn’t have an awful lot of luck with sex. I was horny all the time. I thought about calling a hustler, but the idea made me nervous. Not out of a sense that it was wrong or bad—I just had a lot of anxiety about exactly what the interaction would be like, what kind of person would show up at my door if I called. So I didn’t explore it until late in 1994, when I was thirty years old. I had a boyfriend then, but our sexual relationship was kind of not there; we were still warm and friendly, but sexually, for whatever reason, it was going nowhere. I just decided I wanted sex, specifically with younger, cute guys, the kind of guys I’d never had success attracting on my own.
