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I Was a Teenage Dominatrix
Ride shotgun with Shawna Kenney as she transforms her self from young. broke and miserable to an educated, confident woman after answering one newspaper ad: Get Paid for Being a Bitch. This award winning tell all comically chronicles Konney's simulataneous navigation through at Washington DC dungeon and academia.
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First published January 1, 1999
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April 21, 2010
This memoir is almost everything you want it to be.
Kenney did not get into the dominatrix business because she came from an abusive background or because it was an option of last resort. Instead, she did it to make some extra money to pay for college, and it paid a lot more than anything else.
In “I Was a Teenage Dominatrix”, we get to see some of the goings-on in the dominatrix business, from a woman running her business out of her house to the slick-oiled machine of a well-managed harem of doms. Even more interesting are the various memories of Kenney’s past clients, ranging from golden showers to brown showers, forced feminization, “slavery”, and the obligatory spankings.
Amid the fetish and money is a surprising amount of heart. Kenney never judges her clients (unless they piss her off), but at one point she asks her boss what kind of person craves such “punishment.” Her boss tells her: "They’ve all done something wrong. Somewhere, somehow, all of them have screwed someone over and know they deserve it.” Not only is this pretty funny considering Kenney lived in Washington DC at the time (and noted that several clients were politicians), but hearing this sheds new light on the deeper psychological roots of sexual fetish and helps to bridge an understanding between the reader and subject. There are several other moments like this, like the men that order the services of a dominatrix not for sexual fulfillment, but just to have someone to talk to in a desperate attempt to curb their loneliness.
The writing is unambiguous and straightforward. Some might see this as a bland laundry list of experiences with sexual fetishists, but what I liked about the simple style of writing is that it allows the reader to interpret Kenney’s experiences for themselves. I never felt that she embellished on her past in order to make a good story. Instead, the narrative feels conversational and genuine. However, there were instances that, in the hands of a gifted storyteller, scenes could have had more of an impact.
The only downside of this book was the lack of good editing. Kenney sometimes repeats herself, seemingly without knowing it, and there were a few typos and grammatical mistakes.
Definitely recommended for open-minded individuals who like to read about unique life experiences.
Kenney did not get into the dominatrix business because she came from an abusive background or because it was an option of last resort. Instead, she did it to make some extra money to pay for college, and it paid a lot more than anything else.
In “I Was a Teenage Dominatrix”, we get to see some of the goings-on in the dominatrix business, from a woman running her business out of her house to the slick-oiled machine of a well-managed harem of doms. Even more interesting are the various memories of Kenney’s past clients, ranging from golden showers to brown showers, forced feminization, “slavery”, and the obligatory spankings.
Amid the fetish and money is a surprising amount of heart. Kenney never judges her clients (unless they piss her off), but at one point she asks her boss what kind of person craves such “punishment.” Her boss tells her: "They’ve all done something wrong. Somewhere, somehow, all of them have screwed someone over and know they deserve it.” Not only is this pretty funny considering Kenney lived in Washington DC at the time (and noted that several clients were politicians), but hearing this sheds new light on the deeper psychological roots of sexual fetish and helps to bridge an understanding between the reader and subject. There are several other moments like this, like the men that order the services of a dominatrix not for sexual fulfillment, but just to have someone to talk to in a desperate attempt to curb their loneliness.
The writing is unambiguous and straightforward. Some might see this as a bland laundry list of experiences with sexual fetishists, but what I liked about the simple style of writing is that it allows the reader to interpret Kenney’s experiences for themselves. I never felt that she embellished on her past in order to make a good story. Instead, the narrative feels conversational and genuine. However, there were instances that, in the hands of a gifted storyteller, scenes could have had more of an impact.
The only downside of this book was the lack of good editing. Kenney sometimes repeats herself, seemingly without knowing it, and there were a few typos and grammatical mistakes.
Definitely recommended for open-minded individuals who like to read about unique life experiences.
August 2, 2008
Here's my blurb:
"With one lash of Shawna Kenney's stripped-down, bracingly honest prose, you'll be begging for more. Clad in latex, Kenney bravely maps out her own sexual and moral territory and becomes queen of her own destiny. A beacon to teenage girls to claim the bitch goddess within. Reading never hurt so good."
"With one lash of Shawna Kenney's stripped-down, bracingly honest prose, you'll be begging for more. Clad in latex, Kenney bravely maps out her own sexual and moral territory and becomes queen of her own destiny. A beacon to teenage girls to claim the bitch goddess within. Reading never hurt so good."
October 31, 2007
A moderately interesting and rather unenlightening memoir of an uneducated (and uninterested in education) girl's experiences whipping her way through early adulthood as a craigslist-class pro-domme. The author isn't really interested in bdsm qua bdsm, and the descriptions of her sessions have an irksome "ZOMG freaks!!!!1" quality to them.
Listen up, girlie: If you become a professional dominatrix because it turns you on to be paid to hurt rich men, that's possibly empowering, and arguably even heroic in a postmodern, post-queer sort of way. But if you perform sex acts you find repulsive strictly because you need or want the money, then you are a WHORE.
Listen up, girlie: If you become a professional dominatrix because it turns you on to be paid to hurt rich men, that's possibly empowering, and arguably even heroic in a postmodern, post-queer sort of way. But if you perform sex acts you find repulsive strictly because you need or want the money, then you are a WHORE.
March 19, 2010
Shawn Kenny writes a nuts-and-bolts autobiography of her early life. It's unusual story because she worked her way through college as a dominatrix. This is suppose to be an honest look back at her experience. It's not really about being a dominatrix but more specifically one woman's experience as a dominatrix.
After leaving home and a falling out with her family she turned to exotic dancing to pay the bills. Pretty quickly, she decided she needed a college education to become successful and she turned to sexual domination for better pay. To her, being a dominatrix was easier and more lucrative than exotic dancing, waitressing, or just about anything else. (Being a dominatrix is easier?)
But unlike several other Dominatrixes who've written their biographies, Shawna says she didn't enjoy BDSM, nor did she practice it in her personal life. She never “Got-in-to-it”. Some BDSM activities disgusted her and describes several scenes that actually made her physically sick. (Yet she was the Golden Shower Queen ?) It was actually this disgust that made it easier for her to dominate and humiliate some clients.
That's what really set this book apart: She claims she isn't a lifestyle BDSM player. She did it just for the money - It was just a job: a short period of her life, no big deal. This is not erotica, this is real life. She doesn't try to sugar coat BDSM or try to make it sound glamorous or more titillating, because to her: it wasn't.
One of the first things I noticed about the book is how impersonal her story is. She has few friends and doesn't share much personal information with us. She spanked and studied, nothing else. I find this to be unbelievable. Either she had no life or didn't feel the need to share it with her readers. At one point she was interviewed and told the reporter she wasn't abused as a child and had nothing unusual about her life. This seems dishonest to me because it ignores several important aspects of her story. What about her rebellious childhood? Or her break-up with her family? Or being shunned by her friends? That's normal? She said she wasn't ashamed of anything she'd done: Yet she didn't tell her parents or most of her friends what she did to pay for college.
My biggest critique about this book is that I don't understand her motivation: How could she be a dominatrix? You don't work for years as a Dominatrix without enjoying it. I've heard many professional dominatrixes say that it's not something the average person could do for any long period of time, “You have to be in-to-it,” you can't fake it for very long. This really confuses me: How could Shawna fake it for so long? And it seems absurd that she hated stripping but could do BDSM sessions?
After discussing it with her (via E-mail), I realize she doesn't understand it herself. That's not meant to be critical -- Very few of us really understand how and why we do some of the things we do. But I feel she wasn't being honest we herself or her readers and this is where the book lost me. What's is also contradictory is that, after ending her career as a dominatrix, Shawna has continued her career as a writer and photographer for BDSM and other erotic publications (like Whap! Magazine. I have to conclude she's not telling us something.
In her E-mail she said there were several clients that she really liked and that there were aspects she liked about being a dom (like carrying over the teasing she'd done in real life, and “Reforming” bad behavior, and especially her friendship with Miranda). I was really glad to hear that extra bit of information. It filled in some of the gaps for me.
The bottom line it that this was an okay book. She's not a lifestyle BDSMer and makes that very clear: She doesn't need to be. If her clients got what they wanted, and she got what she wanted, and we (as readers) got an interesting book, then everyone should be happy. She knew what she wanted and did what she had to to get it. She also had to face the consequences of her decisions. We can all learn from her story.
If, after reading the book, you're left with questions or comments, visit her website and let her know. She seems like a reasonable and intelligent person. Don't criticize her for not being a lifestyle BDSM person and don't ask her advise about BDSM, but do check out her other work.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed reading this book. It was interesting and easy to read, but there's nothing really Earth-shaking about it. Personally, I felt something was missing from the story. Either intentionally or subconsciously she left some critical details out.
After leaving home and a falling out with her family she turned to exotic dancing to pay the bills. Pretty quickly, she decided she needed a college education to become successful and she turned to sexual domination for better pay. To her, being a dominatrix was easier and more lucrative than exotic dancing, waitressing, or just about anything else. (Being a dominatrix is easier?)
But unlike several other Dominatrixes who've written their biographies, Shawna says she didn't enjoy BDSM, nor did she practice it in her personal life. She never “Got-in-to-it”. Some BDSM activities disgusted her and describes several scenes that actually made her physically sick. (Yet she was the Golden Shower Queen ?) It was actually this disgust that made it easier for her to dominate and humiliate some clients.
That's what really set this book apart: She claims she isn't a lifestyle BDSM player. She did it just for the money - It was just a job: a short period of her life, no big deal. This is not erotica, this is real life. She doesn't try to sugar coat BDSM or try to make it sound glamorous or more titillating, because to her: it wasn't.
One of the first things I noticed about the book is how impersonal her story is. She has few friends and doesn't share much personal information with us. She spanked and studied, nothing else. I find this to be unbelievable. Either she had no life or didn't feel the need to share it with her readers. At one point she was interviewed and told the reporter she wasn't abused as a child and had nothing unusual about her life. This seems dishonest to me because it ignores several important aspects of her story. What about her rebellious childhood? Or her break-up with her family? Or being shunned by her friends? That's normal? She said she wasn't ashamed of anything she'd done: Yet she didn't tell her parents or most of her friends what she did to pay for college.
My biggest critique about this book is that I don't understand her motivation: How could she be a dominatrix? You don't work for years as a Dominatrix without enjoying it. I've heard many professional dominatrixes say that it's not something the average person could do for any long period of time, “You have to be in-to-it,” you can't fake it for very long. This really confuses me: How could Shawna fake it for so long? And it seems absurd that she hated stripping but could do BDSM sessions?
After discussing it with her (via E-mail), I realize she doesn't understand it herself. That's not meant to be critical -- Very few of us really understand how and why we do some of the things we do. But I feel she wasn't being honest we herself or her readers and this is where the book lost me. What's is also contradictory is that, after ending her career as a dominatrix, Shawna has continued her career as a writer and photographer for BDSM and other erotic publications (like Whap! Magazine. I have to conclude she's not telling us something.
In her E-mail she said there were several clients that she really liked and that there were aspects she liked about being a dom (like carrying over the teasing she'd done in real life, and “Reforming” bad behavior, and especially her friendship with Miranda). I was really glad to hear that extra bit of information. It filled in some of the gaps for me.
The bottom line it that this was an okay book. She's not a lifestyle BDSMer and makes that very clear: She doesn't need to be. If her clients got what they wanted, and she got what she wanted, and we (as readers) got an interesting book, then everyone should be happy. She knew what she wanted and did what she had to to get it. She also had to face the consequences of her decisions. We can all learn from her story.
If, after reading the book, you're left with questions or comments, visit her website and let her know. She seems like a reasonable and intelligent person. Don't criticize her for not being a lifestyle BDSM person and don't ask her advise about BDSM, but do check out her other work.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed reading this book. It was interesting and easy to read, but there's nothing really Earth-shaking about it. Personally, I felt something was missing from the story. Either intentionally or subconsciously she left some critical details out.
September 17, 2011
I read this in one sitting and honestly from the way some people talk about this I thought it was going to be the dreggs. Much to my relief it wasn't.
This isn't a particularly soulful exposition on the nature of women's affairs in sex politics, it wasn't a sexual awakening or even a really in depth look at any thing for that matter. What you see is what you get - a 128 page long book of anecdotes with a bit of back story thrown in. Tiny in size but it lasts just long enough to give us a glimpse of all the major corner stones we feel we *should* touch before the books end, namely boyfriends, friends, family, the super creeps and the pitiable customers along with the obligatory The Time it Went too Far story and The Moment I Got Fed Up With This Story.
Much like any other memoir of a sex worker who simply gets the job out of a desire for money/adventure instead of a genuine need for whatever it is she's doing, she ends her novella on the ever so popular "I am woman hear me roar as I walk out into the Real World to go legit" schtick while managing to throw in quite a few judgements leveled at the rest of her coworkers proving that once again, for all their talks of rara-feminism, writers who continue to follow this routine still can't help but play the part of the persnickety bitch at times to their fellow women. Look at you - you stuck it out long enough to write a book about it where you can prove how cool and hip you are for hanging with the weird kids and make yourself look extra edgy in the process by proving how "accepting" you were in the process. Honestly, I can't believe this book hasn't shown up on the list of Things White People Like yet. I guess it's hard to realize you're all in the same boat together at times - however much to her credit she avoids going as far or being as nasty as other writers such as Cody Diablo have done in the past.
Over all it wasn't such a bad way to spend an evening.
This isn't a particularly soulful exposition on the nature of women's affairs in sex politics, it wasn't a sexual awakening or even a really in depth look at any thing for that matter. What you see is what you get - a 128 page long book of anecdotes with a bit of back story thrown in. Tiny in size but it lasts just long enough to give us a glimpse of all the major corner stones we feel we *should* touch before the books end, namely boyfriends, friends, family, the super creeps and the pitiable customers along with the obligatory The Time it Went too Far story and The Moment I Got Fed Up With This Story.
Much like any other memoir of a sex worker who simply gets the job out of a desire for money/adventure instead of a genuine need for whatever it is she's doing, she ends her novella on the ever so popular "I am woman hear me roar as I walk out into the Real World to go legit" schtick while managing to throw in quite a few judgements leveled at the rest of her coworkers proving that once again, for all their talks of rara-feminism, writers who continue to follow this routine still can't help but play the part of the persnickety bitch at times to their fellow women. Look at you - you stuck it out long enough to write a book about it where you can prove how cool and hip you are for hanging with the weird kids and make yourself look extra edgy in the process by proving how "accepting" you were in the process. Honestly, I can't believe this book hasn't shown up on the list of Things White People Like yet. I guess it's hard to realize you're all in the same boat together at times - however much to her credit she avoids going as far or being as nasty as other writers such as Cody Diablo have done in the past.
Over all it wasn't such a bad way to spend an evening.
June 7, 2012
An easy, straight to the point memoir. A really quick read too. I read this book in a day! Smart girl needs money and being a dominatrix is the easiest way to get cash. She only did it in college to earn money and quite once she finished up. Even though the topic was a bit racy, it was quit well written from a girl power point of view. Who knows what was left out, but I didn't care. Simple cast of characters, people come in, they stay and then they leave, never to be heard from again. My favorite type of cast! Nothing to keep track of. It was such an easy read, if not for the subject matter, I would totally recommend this book to high school kids because it was quit an empowering book. Depends on the kid.
May 4, 2007
perhaps she was relying on shock value to some extent, but it simply wasn't that shocking. maybe for someone who knows nothing about the world of sex work and domination it would be new and interesting, but i found it a little boring. i'm sure living it wasn't boring, but i wasn't engaged enough while reading.
May 21, 2008
Fun memoir. The writer doesn't glorify or damn the profession and instead gives the reader a candid look at the 3-4 years she spent learning to be and working as a dom. Not exceptionally well written, but she's a decent writer and the narrative is engaging.
August 16, 2007
A fun romp, and a quick read.
June 8, 2008
Loved it!
June 25, 2008
fascinating
January 21, 2010
I enjoyed this and was able to read it in about four hours flat. It was a fun and funny sex work memoir, although I still think the standard to meet was set by Sarah-Katherine Lewis's "Indecent."
July 11, 2014
amazing 2 hour read. well written and interesting.
January 3, 2011
Shawna is a brave young woman to share these stories. They were funny and poignant. I thought the writing was a bit simplistic but is a was a fast read and not as shocking as one might think!
October 9, 2011
I find the construction and tone of the generation-x style memoir to be unrelentingly fascinating. There is an aura of rebellion to the style that seems unique to the spawn of that particular time. It's not necessarily endearing, and in fact it can often times appear to be amateurish in quality due to the brusque language and manner of delivering information. These are the post-post-modern writers who strive to present themselves as a sort of Holden Caulfield for a new era without the panache of Salinger's prose.
Shawna Kenney's autobiography of her time spent working as a dominatrix to put herself through college is interesting in and of itself but sometimes feels hindered by her need to maintain an image of herself that she seems determined to keep true even if the evidence of her actions speak otherwise. I have met several professional dominatrices and their story is equally compelling without the "I think she doth protest too much" elements of personal ideology that don't line up all too well with the rest of the text.
The main problem with this particular memoir is that there really is no conflict to the narrative. There are no truly harrowing experiences. The profession of a dominatrix is presented without any real drama. In Kenney's writing it is presented as just another job, which works in allowing for better understanding of the lifestyle but does nothing to make the overall text compelling beyond the details of the domination sessions that she describes over the course of the altogether brief page-count.
I breezed through it in about two hours worth of reading. It's a brisk and light read, all things considered, and even if it is ultimately a somewhat empty narrative there is still something there to make it interesting enough to finish.
Shawna Kenney's autobiography of her time spent working as a dominatrix to put herself through college is interesting in and of itself but sometimes feels hindered by her need to maintain an image of herself that she seems determined to keep true even if the evidence of her actions speak otherwise. I have met several professional dominatrices and their story is equally compelling without the "I think she doth protest too much" elements of personal ideology that don't line up all too well with the rest of the text.
The main problem with this particular memoir is that there really is no conflict to the narrative. There are no truly harrowing experiences. The profession of a dominatrix is presented without any real drama. In Kenney's writing it is presented as just another job, which works in allowing for better understanding of the lifestyle but does nothing to make the overall text compelling beyond the details of the domination sessions that she describes over the course of the altogether brief page-count.
I breezed through it in about two hours worth of reading. It's a brisk and light read, all things considered, and even if it is ultimately a somewhat empty narrative there is still something there to make it interesting enough to finish.
September 12, 2012
what i love about this book is that the author has no sense of the guilt or moral disgust WITH people commonly associate with the sexual trade. everything is matter of fact, and every fetish is taken as a matter of course. that doesn't mean that she didn't have her own prejudices against certain sexual turn-ons. she had plenty. but it is because of them that a sense of her person came through. this book wasn't raunchy or pornographic. it was more of a psychological study of humans through their sexual desires.
October 14, 2009
Great memoir from a "teenage" dominatrix, explaining how she got into this unusual line of work, what it was really like, and why she eventually left. No sob stories, no stories of abuse, no excuses, just a realistic depiction of a really interesting part-time job. Highly recommended to anyone curious about the biz!
July 9, 2010
A friend lent this book to me the first week of school in 2001. I finally got around to reading it in 2006. With that said, surprisingly interesting story about a girl's work in the sex trade. Short and to the point, and fairly fascinating.
August 16, 2010
Glad to read the full book. I have read excerpts from this memoir in other places. An interesting read of what a gal chooses to do to make ends meet.
It is a quick read as she is only 18 or 19 when she starts and a college grad when she quits the biz but it is an interesting read.
It is a quick read as she is only 18 or 19 when she starts and a college grad when she quits the biz but it is an interesting read.
February 9, 2009
Such an honest telling of what it can be like to work your way through college as a dominatrix - a fantastic story.
April 24, 2011
Absolutely awesome book. . . I read it in one sitting. Her style is extremely approachable. This is neither a porn book or a how-to guide; it delivers exactly what is promised: a memoir.
May 28, 2019
very interesting book. Too many women and men don't understand sex on a psychological level at all... they only grasp it on a physical level...
July 27, 2009
Shawna Kenneys's punk-yet-prudish point of view is unique, and somewhat of a surprise. However, I have to say that her narrative voice is overly collegiate, and her conceptions somewhat naive at times.
She claims to be a 'punk culture kid.' True, she quotes (mainly male!) musical rebels such as Henry Rollins, The Dead Kennedys, The Church, etc. What surprises is that she mentions only the 'establishment' feminist thinkers, rather than the punky 'Riot Grrls' or the more contemporary 'third wave' feminists as her influences.
Her personal attitude towards sexual morality is also somewhat confusing. I'm not sure she's made up her mind fully as to what these experiences signify for her. On the one hand she repeatedly points out that she was *not* a prostitute, yet she participated in the 'Sex Worker Literati' project, the 'Sex Worker Arts Festival,' and she agreed to meet an interviewer from Salon magazine at a strip club. If it quacks like a duck, then it must be a duck!
At the end of the book, she concludes, "I'm lucky, because I got to experience what I've always felt every woman deserves -- love, adoration, worship, confidence, respect." But the men/clients who worshipped/respected/adored her were worshipping Mistress Alexis (note the gender ambiguity of her nom-de-guerre), not Shawna Kenney. In my opinion, she totally fails to see the correlation between her own alienation - something she freely admits to repeatedly- and the pervasive loneliness of her clients.
There is one moment in the book I admit to laughing out loud -- the account of the frightening effect scissors have on men!
She claims to be a 'punk culture kid.' True, she quotes (mainly male!) musical rebels such as Henry Rollins, The Dead Kennedys, The Church, etc. What surprises is that she mentions only the 'establishment' feminist thinkers, rather than the punky 'Riot Grrls' or the more contemporary 'third wave' feminists as her influences.
Her personal attitude towards sexual morality is also somewhat confusing. I'm not sure she's made up her mind fully as to what these experiences signify for her. On the one hand she repeatedly points out that she was *not* a prostitute, yet she participated in the 'Sex Worker Literati' project, the 'Sex Worker Arts Festival,' and she agreed to meet an interviewer from Salon magazine at a strip club. If it quacks like a duck, then it must be a duck!
At the end of the book, she concludes, "I'm lucky, because I got to experience what I've always felt every woman deserves -- love, adoration, worship, confidence, respect." But the men/clients who worshipped/respected/adored her were worshipping Mistress Alexis (note the gender ambiguity of her nom-de-guerre), not Shawna Kenney. In my opinion, she totally fails to see the correlation between her own alienation - something she freely admits to repeatedly- and the pervasive loneliness of her clients.
There is one moment in the book I admit to laughing out loud -- the account of the frightening effect scissors have on men!
January 27, 2015
I first bought this book on recommendation from a friend. I started it, and while it was easy to read found that I put it down about 3/4 in and then didn't pick it back up again, until I decided to read it for my memoir component of my book reading challenge.
I found this book easy to read and the topic quite interesting. However, I also found the language to be very simplistic and the story didn't seem to really go anywhere. Perhaps that's just because it's a memoir?
I felt like I was reading someone's journal, and while their life should have been an interesting one to read (you don't get to read the diary of a teenage dominatrix every day, do you?), I had to be in the right mood to read it.
Yes I would recommend this book to others (and have), but don't expect a top-of-the range sample of literary brilliance. It's a good read and taken at face value is an excellent view into a world you might never otherwise have the chance to see.
I found this book easy to read and the topic quite interesting. However, I also found the language to be very simplistic and the story didn't seem to really go anywhere. Perhaps that's just because it's a memoir?
I felt like I was reading someone's journal, and while their life should have been an interesting one to read (you don't get to read the diary of a teenage dominatrix every day, do you?), I had to be in the right mood to read it.
Yes I would recommend this book to others (and have), but don't expect a top-of-the range sample of literary brilliance. It's a good read and taken at face value is an excellent view into a world you might never otherwise have the chance to see.
August 20, 2008
While I wanted to like this book very much (don't get me wrong, it was a very quick, ligght, enjoyable sort of read) I couldn't shake the feeling that the author was indeed NOT an amazing writer and the book was propelled only by disjointed accounts of random domination sessions, with no satisfying conclusions. I suppose the last part is a failure of mine to expect something "satisfying" from a book called "I Was a Teenage Dominatrix," but still, I was hoping for a higher caliber of writing to at least manipulate the subject matter and highlight it with some wit or charm.
April 5, 2011
I wish I'd thought of this when I was in college and had no money, although I suspect there would be less demand for her services where I went to school. My only criticism is that it was a really brief and kind of disjointed narrative. The thing that makes biographies really good is when you feel like you get to know the subject; this one was so short and jumped around so much that you never really get to know her or any of her characters very well. That said, its fun to read about weird fantasies and fetishes, and there were plenty of them here.
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May 15, 2008After reading the reviews, it makes me think that perhaps the shock value of this lifestyle would be far more interesting to read about. She sounds inexperienced and like she was just looking for quick cash--not really to be enbedded in the "work". Pretty much, anyone wanting to "explore" a different culture is a fraud if they go and write a memoir about it. They are greedy money grubbers to be sure.
June 29, 2016
It was a cheap quick read, and I was hoping for a lot more. I don't think I learned anything more about her job, her, or the human condition. I walked away with some assumptions about her, based on what she wrote. I've heard some say that this particular business can really jade the young, as you're looking at a very particular segment of the population who have some interesting desires. It wasn't overly titillating, thankfully. It's not a bad read, just not particularly deep.
January 22, 2008
good lord that is some bad writing! boring story besides that.
September 22, 2007
just as bad as you think it's going to be. With typos, too.
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