"After earning one and a half college degrees from Boise State and the University of California at Santa Barbara, I had a full-time job as a nurse and was going to school at night.  After one long, hard, sobering day during which a patient flung a bedpan full of shit and hit me in the face, I sat and thought long and hard about my life decisions.  I decided that there must be something better out there.  Coincidentally, in a twist of fate, my Candy Striper girlfriends were going out to a Playboy casting call.  I had never gone with them to any of these things, but this time I said what the hell.  In the blink of an eye I was whisked from my casting call to studios and was shot by Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, and practically every men's magazine there was.  Everybody loved me, everybody paid me, bought me gifts, and tried to date me.  I had a big smile on my face - I had arrived.  I never looked back."

-- Tera Patrick, in Carly Milne's anthology, Naked Ambition.

This bedpan story is one of my favorite "fuck yeah" moments from the many sex worker stories I've heard, no matter how highly improbable it is to go so rapidly from feces to famous.

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