I think the best thing about this blog is not what I type, but the conversations that develop in the comments section. People get intense! A new controversy every day. I'll admit that sometimes I get quite annoyed when I feel as if I'm not able to articulate my thoughts clearly enough to get through to some folks, but then I have to remind myself that everything I think and everything I do seems perfectly reasonable to me because I know the whole story. I've lived my history. I've been there the entire time. My perspective has been shaped by all sorts of events and situations that I haven't put out here for all to read. I'm really trying my best to not let the frustration discourage me from continuing to write.
Math was never my best subject in school. One of the best teachers I've ever had encouraged me to tutor Algebra, even though I felt I was struggling myself . She told me that by trying to teach others, I'd begin to understand it better myself. She was absolutely right. I think perhaps this blog is a lot like that for me. I'm gaining a greater understanding of myself by constantly being questioned. I think that's a good thing. It's like free therapy.
Pistachio asked me, since I've obviously slept with a number of people over the course of escorting, (and thus sampled a whole lotta merchandise, I suppose) what do I think makes a good lover? I think it mostly boils down to a few particular qualities. I'm all for the type of person who doesn't have a whole lot of inhibitions about themselves, their bodies, and what turns them on. I think if you're ashamed of yourself, you can't be fully present in the moment because you're too busy with your self-consciousness. The best kinds of lovers aren't afraid to say what's on their mind, to try something just because they think it might feel really good, or to simply just lose themselves in pleasure. Good lovers want to communicate and experiment and play. I could go on and on, but it's late, and I need my beauty sleep.
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An online diary including details about my former secret life as an escort, and current musings about what it's like to live inside my head.
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