David Henry Sterry is the author of more than ten books, including Chicken, a memoir about his experiences as a young sex worker, Unzipped: A True Story of Sex, Drugs, Rollerskates and Murder, and Master of Ceremonies: A True Story of Love, Murder, Roller-skates and Chippendales. He's made over 300 media appearances and was a finalist for the Henry Miller Award.
Sterry writes with comic brio ... [he] honed a vibrant outrageous writing style and turned out this studiously wild souvenir of a checkered past. -- Janet Maslin [A]n eye-opening, occasionally astonishing, brutally honest and frequently funny collection . . . unpolished, unpretentious, and riveting. . . [a] rare ability to tell the truth, an ability that education and sophistication often serve to conceal. --The New York Times Sterry, author of sex-worker memoir Chicken (a fact he mentions often) compiles an exhaustive (and exhausting) collection of writing from sex workers of all stripes. The sprawling project, grouped loosely by topic (Life, Love, Money, Sex, etc.), offers insight into seemingly all aspects of the sex trade: high-profile celebrities like Xaviera Happy Hooker Hollander and Nina Hartley make notable contributors, but it's the unknown writers who will stick. The selections from the book's closing section alone, written by members of Sterry's San Francisco writer's workshop for sex workers, range from triumphant to harrowing, making up for a lack of style or form with passion. Aside from exposing the complex web of relationships among phone sex operators, dancers, massage parlor workers, prostitutes and their customers, the book is heavy with raw emotions ranging from celebratory to shameful, giving armchair sociologists plenty to ponder. It's not all dark and heavy: Sterry's own account of his experience as a birthday present for an 82-year-old grandmother is touching and sentimental; veteran performer Annie Sprinkle is characteristically blunt, funny and honest. Best consumed in small doses, this volume houses some real gems amongst a number of redundant space-fillers. --Publishers Weekly