I wasn’t emotionally suited for sex work.

As a newly 'minted' trans-woman, I couldn’t get a job in either of my former professions, Aircraft Mechanic, or Journeyman pipe-welder…

I did, however have a great figure, and with no surgery or injections, a pleasant face;

After several years of “servicing” men, who plainly expected me to be as “excited” as they were, meanwhile feeling like a piece of disposable junk-food, ordered up like a shrimp cocktail from room service, and having to pretend that I, too, was having a wonderful time, I ended up in the Severe Depression and Anxiety Ward of the VA hospital in San Diego…having attempted suicide and experienced severe panic attacks.

It was not an endless, glamorous, party. It was soul-crushing drudgery…it very nearly killed me.