Diane Sawyer Will Let The Whole World Know You’re A Hooker

Remember that ABC News report Diane Sawyer did about sex workers? You do now! Well, turns out one of the women interviewed, an escort and blogger (redundant?) who goes by the pseudonym Debauchette, has done been find out after parents tuned in to the special and immediately recognized their daughter. Blogs the blogger bloggingly:

I received an email from my mother saying that she knows. She saw the interview and decided to sit on this knowledge until she could see it again, and then she decided to contact me. What tipped her off exactly, I don’t know. Maybe my mannerisms or my tendency to mumble or the few details that were mentioned. Whatever it was, it was clear to her. I’m sure that while she knows nothing about me personally, she can recognize my speaking habits.

Our mother would recognize us wearing a gimp mass and hooker heels in the middle of the snowstorm. Because this would not be the first time and, also, she knows us pretty well, having raised us from birth and all. Anyway, Debauchette did what any ol’ whore would do on any given weekend. Hang out on the Lower East Side and get laid:

So, today I was dazed. I went to grab some dim sum with some of New York’s fine sex writers (thank you, Viviane) and then spent some time talking with Chelsea as we walked through the Lower East Side. While we were walking, I was thinking how relieved I was to be in such pro-slut company.

And later in the day, I saw Gabriel, another blissfully pro-slut individual. He told me to take my clothes off, and this made me smile, which made him smile. While we undressed, I thought about how good this is, even if I have to battle my urge to shut down.

My mother wrote, “…I expect you feel you’ve thought this all through,” but nothing is thought through. I’m just thinking. And learning.

He fucked me over his sofa, the flat of his hand pressing down into my back. I felt him take my hair in his hand before he pulled out to come across my lower back, which splattered in a thick, swerving pattern. After, he took a snapshot of his come against my winter-pale skin. Once he toweled my back down and we both dressed, I took a look. It was a beautiful shot.

What a coincidence!

20apr08 [Debauchette, via Gawker]
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