The Daily Grind Video

A few months ago I did a photo shoot for Playboy. My issue hits stands on Friday and being the “oversharer” that Gawker so affectionately deems me, I thought I’d tell you a little about my decision to pose for the magazine (you know, in case you find yourself in a similar situation down the road…hey, you never know;-).

I’ve spent the last 2 years trying to be known as anything other than a prostitute. You might find this shocking, but it’s kind of hard to live down. When the news originally broke in 2008, someone suggested Playboy to me and I just couldn’t do it. I guess I thought it would make things worse for me. That was until the photos started to surface.

You might remember the newspapers being covered with my nearly naked body for what seemed like eternity. (Advice: don’t send naked pictures of yourself to people you hardly know via cell phone.  Scratch that, don’t send them to anyone. Never ends well!) I was being sold out by nearly everyone I knew. Those stupid little cell phone pictures were everywhere, blown up and plastered on the front page.  The less I was wearing, the more they were worth. Why? Because sex sells. A former friend or acquaintance would sell pictures of me to anyone who’d buy. Then the newspaper would use my scandalous photo to generate more sales. Everyone was buying and selling sex. They were buying and selling me. And all I could do is bang my head against the wall.