...and start it back up for you at no extra cost.
I spotted this news article about Swiss girls adding a new special feature to their bordellos:defibrillators!
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/7259636/Swiss-prostitutes-trained-to-use-defibrillators-in-brothels-to-prevent-clients-dying.html
It seems that due to a high number of elderly client deaths, the girls in the area of Lugano are now installing defibrillators and being trained in their use. Prostitution is legal in Switzerland, so I guess life-saving techniques are a fringe benefit of that. Makes me wonder what else would change if the business were completely legal....
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Naughty, Dirty Sex
"Oh, you're so dirty....such a bad girl."
The words are always spoken with a certain relish, desire and approval and I agree earnestly, arching my back to take another smack to my already cherry-red ass. Yes, I say, punish me. I've been so bad. That's how some like their girls: Dirty. And I happily oblige.
It probably goes back to our Puritanical roots, but our culture has this strange love-hate relationship with sex. Sex, in general, is dirty and the stranger it is, the dirtier it becomes. And (especially) girls who partake of such activities are bad.
Well, I confess...I don't really get it. In the moment, his hand in my hair, cock deep in my ass, I get it and the words don't matter so much as the feelings evoked in our voice and moans... but when I'm off duty, the words catch me off guard.
I've always felt sex was natural; our bodies our birthed from it, and we are built to feel pleasure in it. How can it be wrong? But then, I've never subscribed to conservative moral standards. I am bisexual, polyamorous and submissive. My sexuality dwells in the shadows, but it's always felt right for me.
The words are always spoken with a certain relish, desire and approval and I agree earnestly, arching my back to take another smack to my already cherry-red ass. Yes, I say, punish me. I've been so bad. That's how some like their girls: Dirty. And I happily oblige.
It probably goes back to our Puritanical roots, but our culture has this strange love-hate relationship with sex. Sex, in general, is dirty and the stranger it is, the dirtier it becomes. And (especially) girls who partake of such activities are bad.
Well, I confess...I don't really get it. In the moment, his hand in my hair, cock deep in my ass, I get it and the words don't matter so much as the feelings evoked in our voice and moans... but when I'm off duty, the words catch me off guard.
I've always felt sex was natural; our bodies our birthed from it, and we are built to feel pleasure in it. How can it be wrong? But then, I've never subscribed to conservative moral standards. I am bisexual, polyamorous and submissive. My sexuality dwells in the shadows, but it's always felt right for me.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Are "Personas" Masks?
I did my research before starting this venture, and read a lot about creating personas, reminded me of theater or roleplaying. I enjoy my share of roleplay (Professor/student is my favorite!) but when it has come to creating a "provider persona," I hesitate because I don't to sound hollow or fake. And when it comes to this blog, I think this has prevented me from writing as much as I set out to.
Much of this is the struggle to be genuine, but not reveal too much. I want to be real, but not go into nitty-gritty details that would shatter the fantasy--and I want to acknowledge the role fantasy plays in this job, without becoming fake. The trick is to find that balance, to pull fantasy into reality, blur the lines in a pleasing way.
Of course, many parts of my life are simply off-topic to this blog (like my love of cooking!) and would just clutter up the site. I go off tangent enough and I want to stick to the juicy stuff. I acknowledge that this is a character-changing journey I am on, and an opportunity to catalyze change into a person of my own chosing rather than the circumstances around me.
But back to personas....
In many ways, the word "persona" reads "mask," something about the word says false, or at least, glossed-over. But a person may wear many masks--we have our public face, our private self, and every role we play, every label we take on. And we are all of them combined. We our actions and emotions, our bodies and minds and the words we speak. Now, I may be getting too philosophical for this blog... but what can I do?
I suppose I shouldn't worry too much about being fake--I am an excellent storyteller, but I can't live a lie.
Much of this is the struggle to be genuine, but not reveal too much. I want to be real, but not go into nitty-gritty details that would shatter the fantasy--and I want to acknowledge the role fantasy plays in this job, without becoming fake. The trick is to find that balance, to pull fantasy into reality, blur the lines in a pleasing way.
Of course, many parts of my life are simply off-topic to this blog (like my love of cooking!) and would just clutter up the site. I go off tangent enough and I want to stick to the juicy stuff. I acknowledge that this is a character-changing journey I am on, and an opportunity to catalyze change into a person of my own chosing rather than the circumstances around me.
But back to personas....
In many ways, the word "persona" reads "mask," something about the word says false, or at least, glossed-over. But a person may wear many masks--we have our public face, our private self, and every role we play, every label we take on. And we are all of them combined. We our actions and emotions, our bodies and minds and the words we speak. Now, I may be getting too philosophical for this blog... but what can I do?
I suppose I shouldn't worry too much about being fake--I am an excellent storyteller, but I can't live a lie.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
a week of birthdays or sushi for 4
My birthday falls the last week of January, and I had the means and reason for celebration, which had been planned for the weekend but rippled out over the whole week. Most of the time, this is Superbowl time, and my birthday is shared with lots of grunting men and watching tight asses...so I can't complain. For the first time in a while I didn't worry about making my budget.
Sushi is one of my favorites and so I had sushi for my birthday. Two big trays of sushi for four of us. So many varieties, I'd be hard-pressed to name them all--salmon, yellow tail, tuna, teriyaki rolls. Of course, some californias. My very favorite are the spider rolls--soft shelled crab. And bbq'd eel. We did not go hungry that night! We took on those trays like champions and it was well worth the wait until my birthday.
I have seen precious few clients so far, so I daresay I am still in the "honeymoon phase" of this, but I have to confess.... it's everything I dreamed it would be. I hope it lasts. Thank you, gentlemen, each of you, for wonderful afternoons, worry-free encounters and mutual bliss. I could not ask for more. Thank you also, to all my readers, who inspire me to keep this blog.
February is a whole new month to look forward to.
Sushi is one of my favorites and so I had sushi for my birthday. Two big trays of sushi for four of us. So many varieties, I'd be hard-pressed to name them all--salmon, yellow tail, tuna, teriyaki rolls. Of course, some californias. My very favorite are the spider rolls--soft shelled crab. And bbq'd eel. We did not go hungry that night! We took on those trays like champions and it was well worth the wait until my birthday.
I have seen precious few clients so far, so I daresay I am still in the "honeymoon phase" of this, but I have to confess.... it's everything I dreamed it would be. I hope it lasts. Thank you, gentlemen, each of you, for wonderful afternoons, worry-free encounters and mutual bliss. I could not ask for more. Thank you also, to all my readers, who inspire me to keep this blog.
February is a whole new month to look forward to.
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