I remember the first time I was convinced that I was going to become a prostitute. Hear me out: I had just gotten a D in my junior year high school math class, which was going to bring down my GPA, which meant I was never going to get into a good college, which meant ____ (I was a little fuzzy on the next step, but was convinced it was going to end up with me either doing porn or turning tricks on the corner). And I’ll never forget what my guidance counselor said when I went in, terrified that I had just ruined any chances of a normal, none sex-worker lifestyle. More »