Like every woman ever born, I’m multitudes — many different people all wrapped up in one Samantha. A woman, with all the usual female virtues and vices.

I’m nurturing, selfish, generous, caring, emotional, strong, weak, unpredictable, intuitive, vain, modest, exhibitionistic, shy, blatant, independent, sensual and violently non-violent.

As an admirer of beauty whatever the gender, I’m bisexual and have loved both women and men although a hard cock is usually more fun than a soft pussy.

I'm an excellent Szechwan and Japanese cook when the spirit moves me.

I’m a friend. I have eight really good friends (most of whom I fuck), perhaps a dozen semi-good friends (some of whom I fuck) and an address book that’s pushing a couple of thousand entries.

I’m a highly paid and respected TV reporter and sometime anchor (usually on weekends). I write most of my own copy, do intelligent, probing interviews with interesting people and genuinely try to serve the people with as much of the truth as I can find.

Every so often I speak to conventions and service clubs, try to persuade them that it’s in everybody’s interests — including the most savage of savage capitalists — that the free marketplace of ideas be uncorrupted and served without fear or favour.

I consider Obama, Mandela, Gandhi, King, Shakespeare, Browning, Keats, Steinem, Greer, Sibelius and Willie Nelson close to gods. I used to admire Woody Allen.

I’m a feminist, a social democrat and a humanist. I abhor abuse of power and believe in equal opportunities for everyone regardless of race, colour, creed, sexual preference and all the other things decent people like me are supposed to be regardless of.

I support Amnesty International and Greenpeace and would rather die than join a political party.

When called upon, I volunteer to mentor young journalists trying to enter the honourable profession of journalism — particularly people of colour, aboriginal people and women.

I may be a recovering whore, but even when I was hooking I had lovers and love affairs that had nothing to do with the profession. Professional sex and personal sex should never be confused. Most women know that instinctively.

Other people are members of political parties, religions, service clubs and frequent-flyer groups. Other people play tennis or bridge, collect butterflies, have season tickets to the theatre and backpack around the world.

I’m not other people. I’m on an endless search for the ideal sex, the perfect orgasm and the pluperfect ejaculation. Sex is my true vocation and only true hobby. I’m an unashamed, card-carrying elective nymphomaniac and proud member of the Sisterhood of the Golden Collar.

There’s no doubt the Golden Collar changes my life. It’s scary but it’s also incredibly emotionally and physically satisfying. The beauty and power of the Golden Collar come from making the decision to have someone else make the decisions.

It’s incredibly exciting being so powerful and so confident that you can lend someone else the power to choose for you.

To each her own.


Samantha Jones is a Canadian journalist publishing her erotic memoir at www.lulu.com)