I’ve been thinking about Montreal a lot lately. One of my coworkers at the day job recently made the trip for the weekend and had a great time. Now I’m thinking that I’d love to get back to the city that has seen some of my most electric and erotic adventures. Despite this post’s title, my adventures have never involved actually fucking escorts.
I used to go to Montreal every fall for the annual Expozine zine festival. Whether I was promoting TRADE: Queer Things, selling sexy pins, my own book or those of my friends, or my erotic adventure books (can’t say the names or I’ll get in trouble), I absolutely loved getting back to my DIY roots and punk rock aesthetic to hit Montreal for a weekend of selling smut and hitting the town. These days, I’m not making any DIY products, so I haven’t signed up for the zine fair for the past few years. Okay, now I’m going to get sad if I think about that, so let’s go back to fun memories of Montreal.
It is no secret at all that Montreal is one of the sexiest places in the world. I can’t say I’ve been everywhere in Canada, but it certainly is the steamiest city in this country, in my humble opinion. Is it the stereotypical view that French culture is somehow more romantic and sexier? Maybe! Is it a, traditionally, more laid back attitude toward some aspects of sex culture that this old city has embraced? Maybe that too. Perhaps it has something to do with the better feel it has as a city, with an appreciation of architecture and food and history. I really can’t pinpoint what makes Montreal so damn sexy, but I always have a glorious time there.
I will admit though, there is one aspect of Montreal that I’ve never gotten to fully enjoy. As best I can recall, on every occasion I’ve visited, I’ve been in a relationship. Sometimes my partners have come with me, other times they haven’t. When they have, we’ve had amazing adventures. I remember one time having sex in the private booth of a grand, old porno theatre, only to realize all of the other patrons knew what was going on and were straining to watch us instead of the movie. Another night, in another relationship, we went out and watched one of the best burlesque shows I’ve ever seen. So sexy, so fun! And the times I’ve gone alone have seen visits to strip clubs for watching, but no touching.
But nope, no escorts.
Now, would I do anything different if I were single in Montreal? That’s a hard call. I have been in open relationships during solo visits. But I didn’t act on anything. For a long time sex writer and community gadabout, I am absolutely terrible at meeting people and picking up. Like abysmally bad. I really don’t do well in making conversation with new people (I’m a writer, not a talker, damnit!) and I can be terribly shy. So, in those few trips I could have done something frisky, I never did. And I do regret this.
Those could have been the situations that would have made sense to fulfil some fantasies by enjoying time with an escort. This type of transaction is, truly, one of the most honest people can have. Throughout my years as a sex radio host, I was fortunate enough to speak with many sex workers and I always appreciated their candor about the connections they make with clients.
I’m not single now, and don’t forsee that situation changing (thanksfully!), but if I were, and I was headed to Montreal, I think I’d be inclined to check out the sex work scene. Over the years I’ve been in contact with very good sex worker advocacy groups and I am curious if these 5 best escort agencies in Montreal are a good place to start? I am a firm believer that sex work is real work, and were I inclined, I’d want to patronize or agencies that treat their workers well (if I didn’t know a solo sex worker!).
Now, that’s a bit of a flight of fancy because I am in a monogamous, long-term relationship. But fantasy is always fun! And in my fantasy, sex workers are treated well, and they, in term, treat their clients well. It really is a win-win situation!
Now Montreal…I think I have to make a trip a reality!
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