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Sight Unseen

A blind expat's musings on life, death and the Trump era

April 14, 2026 | Rome, Italy
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Katrina’s Dreams

To know and to hurt

By |November 7th, 2024|

Some people, comfortable as they are in their moral straitjackets, believe they know all there is to know about escort work, most of it gathered from documentaries, podcasts, and headline [...]

Jolly old England

By |August 27th, 2024|

When you go off the Game, memories of your sex work days fade quickly. Or are entirely erased. But leaving doesn’t mean you don’t hear stories, and the stories I [...]

Intimacy of word

By |May 4th, 2022|

This is a confession of sorts, albeit late, perhaps too late to bother with but I’ll plow ahead. Take it with a grain of salt, or take the grain of [...]

Lost Ruud

By |March 7th, 2022|

I am beginning to rather roundly dislike the 21st century. Label me vain or self-involved – I’ve been accused of both – but this dislike is somewhat different from the [...]

A kiss for keeps

By |December 30th, 2021|

Some bitter words lead Veronika Nomad to want to usher in 2022 not with similar bitterness but a love story, her own.

But I want more…

By |August 19th, 2021|

More than a hundred hours a week; teaching, training, Zooming, sleeping in catnaps, watching an ebb and flow of people trooping through your apartment, feeling anxious, fretful, and worried at [...]

What men want

By |July 25th, 2021|

First, a warning. I'm headed deep into explicit territory, so if you need a spoiler alert, here it is. Stop now or abandon your virtue forever. Okay, that's out of [...]

From sobbing to self-made

By |May 29th, 2021|

I just moved into a gorgeous apartment overlooking London's Hyde Park. I am flooded with light, when London allows that, and the bathroom is walled with discreet marble tiles. To [...]

Author: Katrina Kent

erosKatrina Kent is a British-born escort and self-styled hedonist. “The American” has verified her identity.