Whore Next Door: Darling, I’m Home

The air was already muggy at 9 a.m. when my blue-soled, Betsey Johnson lace pumps hit the sidewalk. I was in Miami for an adult industry trade show, and fellow colleagues teased me for doing the “walk of shame,” as I made my way back to my own hotel room in the already-blistering summer heat. I was indeed still in last night’s look — but I was sure that 2016 had finally said goodbye to the sex-negative concept that someone, especially a woman, should be ashamed for getting laid the night before. I was in desperate need of a shower, but that was only due to the sticky heat. As fabulous as I…