My entrance into the professional side of sexuality started as many do: on Craigslist. I had just finished the last exam of my (first) undergrad in classical voice performance and needed a full-time job, so I replied to a post looking for someone to do PR and marketing for an artsy adult site. I got the gig and started that Monday. Since then, I’ve worked as an executive, publicist, editor, and director for numerous adult companies, developed workshops and talks as an educator, and spent all of my free time organizing/hosting storytelling events, conferences, podcasts, and radio shows, all of which are about sexuality to some degree. Some of my educational interests (outside of specific techniques and basic safety) include gender, power dynamics, discovering desires, fantasy fulfillment, and discussing most anything associated with the social/ethical/creative sides of the adult industry. More recently, I’m a matchmaker and community manager.
After over five years of work, I hit a little snag and had a series of strokes, as one does. No one really knows why it happened, but there was a dissection in my vertebral artery, which lead to three strokes and damage in my cerebellum and medulla oblongata. Mostly it happens with neck injuries or serious underlying conditions, but some of us are just profoundly unlucky. Relearning to swallow, feed and bathe myself, stand, walk with a cane (etc) wasn’t something I was expecting to have to do in my late twenties, but it’s actually been much more challenging to reacquaint myself with my body and my sexuality. Now that I’ve more or less made peace with my residual stroke symptoms, I’ve turned my attention towards issues of pleasure, representation, and agency of disabled people on both a personal and professional level. I now give talks to healthcare and rehabilitation students and professionals, and I’m second author on a forthcoming article in the American Journal of Occupational Therapy.
I do have a life outside of my work… Sometimes. I’m married to an amazing guy, we have a cat and a dog, and we live in a cute little apartment in Toronto, Canada. We make brunch, puns, and sometimes even music. (The humans, not the animals.) Also, since my life got flip turned upside down, I decided to go back to school to do a second undergrad in psychology in the hopes of doing lots more school and eventually becoming a therapist and/or working in policy around relationships, sexuality, and disability in healthcare and rehabilitation. Don’t have a stroke, but if you have to, at least get some inspiration out of the deal.