Blogger's New Template Design & Diva Story

Blogger has finally created a better template designer!  The announcement was in my inbox today and I've only checked it out a little bit, but I'm very excited: I love playing around with design and layouts and was starting to get frustrated with Blogger's limited templates.  I was even considering a move to WordPress for better templates.  Expect a newly designed blog sometime around April!

I've been mulling over some thoughts, trying to figure how best to write about my experience.  I've got to say, I'm really enjoying my new job and I had good luck since that first disrespectful client--perhaps the power of the pen scares them into steering clear of me, to mess with someone else who won't immortalize their asshat behavior? Actually, now that I think of it, there is one fellow that deserves mention.....

This fellow is a bit of a diva.  He had called me once before, wanting to meet for drinks before deciding if he wanted to see more of me.  That's fine, and I didn't hold it against him when he didn't call for some time.  Then, out of the blue, there is a call; he wants me to rush over, drop my plans to come see him again. No commitment to a session, just more drinks. (And really, I've been wanting to curb my drinking.) I offered to see him a little later, after running my errands for the day but he called back to tell me if I didn't hurry, it would be too late, he's gonna pop, maybe call someone else.  Okay fine, if it's that bad, better get someone to take care of it.  Did I mention diva?  But here's the punchline: he calls back a third time to try and get me over there. Do you want to schedule a session with me or not?  Do I offer half-hours? No, I don't. Never have and I never will--a half hour is simply not enough time to more than a quick fuck and that's not what I'm about.

Please. I do love meeting new folks, and I work to make our meeting both affordable and a truly intimate experience. But if you can't afford an hour, don't ask for a half hour: see someone else.  If you just *have* to cum *now* and don't have a relaxed hour to spare: see someone else. I promise not to be offended.

Oh, and don't be a diva unless you wear a wig and work in the Castro!

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

I haven't written in a while, and it has been quite the week (and not yet over!) After having so many incall requests, I finally decided to get myself one. After these experiences the past few days, I greatly prefer outcalls. And I'm really sorry to say, after all those requests, no one has given me any reason to continue doing outcalls. Of course, every cloud has a silver lining and all that jazz...

The Good

If I'm going to say it, I'll say it proudly: I enjoy having sex with strangers. One of my favorite thing about this is meeting new people and fucking them. In sex, we become vulnerable to each other, our masks fall away and we come undone. If each allows for it to happen, the ego drifts away and the present moment expands until the whole universe is felt in their joining. In those moments, you can truly know a person. I think the secret is that both (or all, if you are into groups) parties need to be present, need to open themselves for the most impact. If one person holds back, clings to the mask in an effort to shield themselves, they cannot be open to the healing human touch being offered.

The Bad

I've had two incall days, and nothing but calls for future dates. Why must you tease so? Before I offered incall, a good chunk of my calls were asking for incalls. I know the pictures must be distracting, but the ad does have a lot of important information, gentlemen.... So, when I got a bit of money, I decided to give the incall a try. Maybe it's Murphy's Law, but the second I advertised it, I stopped getting calls for it!

Perhaps it is that these callers are simply not serious. They like to play at the fantasy, but whatever their reasons, they don't intend to follow through. I don't judge them, so long as they have some respect for me and my time. When they do waste my time and my money, they stop being just bad...

The Ugly

I have had some time to chill out since then, so I will try to retain a polite tone. A guy called (I certainly can't call him gentleman) asking for a short date, seemed nice enough. When one reference didn't answer right away, he gave me another which came back okay. When he gets here, he pulls the apologetic, check-hasn't-gone-through-yet BS and asks to come back later. Sure, if it goes through at midnight, why not? I need the money. I didn't expect him to come back, but I offered. He calls back 40 minutes later, after he gets home to ask about half hour rates and yell at me when I won't haggle.

Oh, no. You do not just waste my time and my money, treat me like garbage. First of all, you called me back to yell at me--so don't tell me to leave you alone. Because I surely will and if I had my say, every girl in the bay area would too!

I think it's incredibly disrespectful to ask for half hour appointments when my ad does not offer them. I even say in my ad: I am built for endurance, not speed. I wasn't lying, or trying to be clever. It takes time to know each other for the first time. A half hour means you only interested in getting your rocks off. And to try and lowball me? No, dear. I'm not your cheap floozy. Karma comes around, and I'll leave it to the Goddess to sort this one out.

Thank you. This concludes our rant for this evening. Tune in next time for more cheerful news.