When nineteen-year-old Mia is fired from her job at an insurance company, she answers an ad in the newspaper.
It says: Erotic Massage. Good Money. No Sex.
Mia takes to her new job with recklessness and good humour. While juggling the job’s demands, she battles her problematic drug use, and the mental illness that has shaped her life. But rather than needing saving from sex work, it is the work that sometimes helps to save Mia from her herself.
A raw and honest memoir about surviving, sex work, friendships, drugs and mental illness.
'An exploration and examination of the necessity and urgency of need; need as hunger, need as yearning, the need for drugs, the need to self-harm, the need for sex, attention, self-destruction, escape. There’s few that can hold a candle to her candour, as she waxes and never wanes, weighing in on “taboo” subjects and makes them totems.' - Sydney Arts Guide
It says: Erotic Massage. Good Money. No Sex.
Mia takes to her new job with recklessness and good humour. While juggling the job’s demands, she battles her problematic drug use, and the mental illness that has shaped her life. But rather than needing saving from sex work, it is the work that sometimes helps to save Mia from her herself.
A raw and honest memoir about surviving, sex work, friendships, drugs and mental illness.
'An exploration and examination of the necessity and urgency of need; need as hunger, need as yearning, the need for drugs, the need to self-harm, the need for sex, attention, self-destruction, escape. There’s few that can hold a candle to her candour, as she waxes and never wanes, weighing in on “taboo” subjects and makes them totems.' - Sydney Arts Guide