Just a short real life confession. I am 32 and a lifelong lesbian. I am a struggling artist, to make ends meet I have to work jobs I don't like. A man offered me money to have sex with him. I was showing some of my work and he and I were alone and he just said so much for sex, easy money.

I am ashamed to say I took the money and I did what he wanted. I didn't feel anything it was like an out of body experience. I guess since I didn't stop him he took advantage and did more than what he paid for. When he was done and he had given me the money I got dressed and left the motel.

It is a one time thing, it happened three years ago but it haunts me and comes back to me more and more. I have had several lovers but I have never had a steady relationship, more like short bursts of sex with someone I meet but then it dies out. The only sexual escapade that keeps coming back into my mind is that afternoon I went with that man to a motel room and got paid for it.