When I was young and poor, I sold my kiss to pay the rent. Two years out of college, I moved to Japan for a position at a small, English-language magazine near Tokyo. She offered me a place to sleep and claimed she would set me up with students who would pay to learn English. As I tugged my suitcase out of the train station, I spotted a tall Caucasian woman, white hair piled atop her head, my new boss. I would stay with her until I had saved enough money to pay for my own place.

Source: New York Times August 24, 2018 04:00 UTC