In relationships I’m like a tech entrepreneur: fail fast and fail forward (into my spaghetti).

I had to split with my boyfriend last week. He was taking too many risks on his Yamaha. The last straw was playing Mozart’s “Requiem” blindfolded.

I think “renting your body” is a better description for prostitution than “selling your body.” Imagine someone says they’re “selling their house” but you find out that they’re just letting people have sex with the house for $200 an hour.