Secret Conversations

In a conversation with some family friends this weekend, she picked up an SF weekly and started looking at the escort ads pictured there.  A shame that they go so low and allow their bodies to be degraded like that, exc... the same old shame story. I was shocked into silence and wondered how I could defend these girls without attracting attention, without making waves or revealing my secret.

I stayed silent for many moments, judging the hostility of the room. Mostly, they just pitied these women because they assumed their lives were filled with abuse and debasement, that they were not in control.  It really is a shame, I confessed truthfully, because the occupation has honorable roots: the temple harlots and priestesses.  And it wasn't until patriarchal religions took over that the practice was looked down upon. In this culture, it is not seen honorably, and hardly practiced so either.

Oh, it was a wonderful reaction! Part puzzlement, part agreement.  I realized something in that moment too: that as an occupation, we've got some major PR to do if we'd ever want it legalized.  These weren't old conservatives, but modern feminist women.

In a semi-related note, I got a random e-mail from some sort of "fan."  This is his second or third note of random insults from a random source. It's a just a shame some people will seek out negative attention this way. And oh-so grade school to make fun of people. I guess some people are just mean-spirited in that way.

I'm not sure what compelled me to try and work during the weekend. I guess I have just been more business/money focused lately. Perhaps it's Pride. Or maybe the economy. But either way, it ended up being a pretty lonely weekend.

The economy worries me a lot. It's one of the reasons why I'm doing this. And of course, no job is safe from the slowing and the shrinking we are experiencing. I wonder where the bottom lies. I don't worry about surviving, but I do wonder what it will look like. I tend to think it will be worse than some think, but I hope that I'm wrong.

Return of the Special

Last night I was alternating between updating my ad, cooking, house-cleaning and reading and it occurred to me: I haven't gotten any serious queries since the end of the special.  I've grown too content in my book.

It was only three days, but I really enjoyed the burst of business. It was fun, unrushed and drummed up a lot of interest that I think ended too soon.  For the next 5 days, at least, I want to extend the special.

After all, the whole point of this adventure is to have fun and make money. If I'm not getting the calls, then I have the time to spare. And even when I am getting calls--I enjoy taking my time to see each person satisfied.

So I am bringing back the special!

Summer Solstice

Oh what a solstice it's been!  Just last week I was busy with my special. I had been meaning to write about how well it went, and the solstice weekend but truth be told, I got distracted by a new book I bought this weekend.

Jaqueline Carey is my favorite author at the moment, and has been since I read her first book, Kushiel's Dart. In this new book, Naamah's Kiss, the main character is gifted by Naamah, the sacred harlot of Terre D'Ange's pantheon. I particularly like how she handles sexuality and sacredness in these fantasy novels. I like everything about her books, actually but I want to stay on topic! Yes, I think I like her writing enough that I would give her a free session. (A long shot, but a girl can dream, can't she?)

My 2 for 1 special went well, met a couple of nice gentlemen that made it really easy to enjoy myself. I did consider extending it through the weekend, but I had some other plans. It was great to honor the masculine in such a way! 

I don't think it's merely coincidence that Father's Day comes along near the time of the Summer Solstice. The sun has long been linked to the male archetype in the Western World. So the weekend, for me, involved exposing my milky skin to the sun and checking out the North Beach festival. (I may need a more powerful sunscreen if I'm to keep my moon-like glow!)

I have to say, I liked the North Beach fest better than Haight St's fair this year. The Haight St. fair was so crowded, but there was a strange edge to the crowd and it was a little overwhelming.  Plus North Beach had sidewalk artists, so there was just a little more space to breath.

The solstice was busy, bustling. A sowing and planting of seeds, and a celebration of the God who is Her divine lover. I'm looking forward to seeing what beginning of summer will bring me!

Sexuality: Whore

I wouldn't want to make the decision for everybody, but as for myself, I feel my sexuality has a lot to do with my whoring.  Anyone who might ever have the fantasy of domesticating me can dismiss it now. Although I do have a family life, it's not your typical family.

I just don't believe in the whole monogamy thing. One partner is satisfying to many, but there are so many others who find it hard to keep such a commitment. Some, like myself, enjoy variety. I'm polyamorous and dream of a big family and big beds. No kids.

Certainly, my polyamory informs my sexuality when it comes to my work, but I feel it's more than that. This is not about building my family, but building my business. Although I enjoy the repeat clients, most of the time, these are one night only relationships.

Traveling to my appointments, the inner whore really starts to awake. I enjoy a little conversation before to learn the nature of this person. I do learn for my safety, but I trust my gut to alert me. I am already planning my approach.  There is the challenge in the newness which I love, to coax the fantasy from his mind and present it to him. All wrapped up in feminine charm, I can sense his excitement, his need and this too turns me on.

I can't lie and say the money isn't a factor either.  I recall some early experimentation in my college days...trying to find a Dom in Iowa. I'm sure there are a few hiding somewhere, but most of them were just after a free blow. Oh, I can't blame them. But they didn't respect me in the way I sense respect from my clients. Perhaps it's because I have more respect for myself. 

There seems to be a lot of symbolism wrapped up in the money given, the patron gift. Part of it is a respect for a woman's independence, the efforts on her part. After all, we are talking about "the oldest profession," this act goes deep into our psyches. But that seems like a separate topic for another post.

Double Trouble

In my first brainstorming session for a doubles ad, I came up with: double your pleasure, double your fun. But neither of us are the doublemint twins type!

I'm really glad to have found Virgina for doubles.  She's very relaxed, super cuddly and ready to entertain. We had a really great photoshoot--I'm working on the selection right now.

There will be an ad posting up this week for our doubles sessions, with all the details and photos.  Here's a small taste:

Home is Where Your Bed is

Wow, I can't believe what a week this has been! The week has been filled with general debauchery and lace. In fact, between the incall Wednesday, the lucky outcall on Tuesday, two photo shoots, meeting other sister 'hos, planning specials and doubles--not to mention normal start of the month business--Today has been the first chance I could sit down in the morning with a cup of green tea and relax.

Hotel beds are comfy and plush, but I always wake up early and restless. My home bed is my recharger, providing me with more than just sleep. I am greeted by the sun each morning and at night, my handmade quilt cocoons me in warmth.
I don't do many incalls, because for the most part I see only one client a day. For longer sessions, which I prefer, it's great. I enjoy being able to bring more toys and set up the space beforehand for my guest. Since it is my 'home turf,"  I don't need to worry about time as much, or traveling back and forth.  And if I want to lounge naked in my kimono, I can do so.

The downside, is the investment of the hotel room cuts pretty deeply into a single appointment. For longer sessions, it's not much of a concern, but for a single hour appointment--like this week's-- it cuts pretty deep into my profits. Once in a great while (I think it's happened only twice now since I've started) I will get a second call while I'm at the incall and it gets me so excited!

I'm not much of a clock watcher--in fact, many of my clients watch the clock more than I do--but a long hour session does not tire me much. I get off on seeing the man lose himself in the moment, his face changing from a strained ecstasy to a relaxed state of bliss.  And it's a point of pride that my clients leave exhausted. But sending  you off with a big tired grin, only makes me juicy again.

There is much potential in the incall, but I need a different strategy to really find it.

I do love outcalls, though. They are each an adventure. I usually meet them in public first to have a conversation to screen them and break the ice. The settings are always different, as are the clients. I think being in new environments each time makes me observant and extra aware; my skin is alive with sense. Almost all of them say they will call again, but most never do. I used to be a little sad at it, but I realize it's pillow talk. For them, the variety is part of the adventure too, and I wouldn't want to deny you fellows that. I enjoy it very much myself.