This article originally appeared on VICE Canada.
“On the eve of International Sex Workers’ Rights Day, March 3, I found myself half a bottle of wine deep in a $12-an-hour Montreal sex motel with all my dildos stuffed into a tote bag. I was about to embark on what looked like a cheap porno shoot. You may ask how I got here, or may already be forming in your own mind a sad story of what could drive me to such a low and grimy place. But if you knew me a little better, you would know that this is just what I do for fun.”