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COLUMN: It’s so hard coming out of the closet as a doctor. People asking you all kinds of invasive questions like whether the operating theatre is dangerous with all those scalpels lying around, what’s the freakiest illness you’ve seen, whether there’s lots of exploitation of medical interns and nursing staff. Good thing we’re sex workers, and don’t have to deal with any of that!

COLUMN: A whirlwind romance had brought me to a Greek island, where – sipping on a frappé, the sea lapping at my feet – my rose tinted sunglasses fell off. My lover informed me he could perhaps learn to tolerate my work.