I feel like the pro-sex work arguments went well in that, but who knows what political/moral grossness will turn up while they make a decision.
Twitter was awesome, during. I mean, other than the gross antis invading the tag, telling us all what’s best for us.
renting dedicated space
My inability to do incalls is a serious obstacle to making my goals (I have a roommate who doesn’t know what I do). I occasionally get a hotel, but I’m beginning to wonder if it would be worthwhile to rent an extra studio apartment downtown.
I ran the numbers, and if it allows me to move from 3-4 clients per week to 5-6, then I can justify it.
Have any of you rented an extra space just for work? Was it worth it?
I rented with a fellow worker. Totally worth it between the two of us. We each had to work 3 1hr calls (or whatever longer call) to cover our bills on it. Considering I could do that easy in one visit, piece of cake.
Plus it was nice to escape to when I just wanted to be alone.
If you can still profit after covering the costs on it, it’s worth it. And if you find you’re leaving it empty for several days a week, you can also rent it to other workers for a night at a time or whatever.
Skype numbers and receiving calls on google voice = not available in Canada. FML.
Last time I worked, craigslist still had an erotic services section in my area.
Where the fuck will I advertise for free/mega cheap now?
I need a new SW name.
Not bothering with either old one since it’s been so long.
All I can think of is stupid shit right now. Meowface Kittenpaws is NOT going to make me money.
Why would you be proud to be an army wife? Soldiers use prostitutes, rape the civilians of the country they’re terrorizing and rape the women soldiers.
Chances are, your husband is doing one of those things to “cope” with his sexual urges.
Why marry a soldier? Why????????????????????????
Don’t you fucking dare equate ‘using’ a sex worker to rape.
Fuck you. Fuck your misogyny. There is so much wrong with this post.
What the fuck?
So today I get an early morning call from a client that desperately wanted to see me last week, but due to my psycho sister and my bruised face, I told him that I was out of town. Anyways, he calls first thing Monday morning and desperately wants to meet me immediately as he is leaving at noon. Ok, I said, and cover up my bruised face with tons of makeup and jump in the car and drive to the Four Seasons Hotel. I arrive at the hotel room, and who should answer the door, but the sweetest, kindest elderly gentleman that I have ever met. His is polite, gracious, curious and asks me all kinds of questions about myself and my life. I try to pry out some information about him, but he is a closed book, and keeps steering the conversation back to me which is very sweet. He indicates that he would like to take me away on a vacation trip to the Caribbean, and I smile and indicate that I would enjoy that immensely… Finally, he takes out two wads of bills, $740 in total and hands it to me, we chat a bit more, he gets up, we kiss goodbye and 40 minutes later I am substantially richer, and incredibly curious about this fascinating gentleman… Today was an awesome day!
The best client I ever has was a guy that must have been like 80 or more years old. I’m fairly certain he was evil as all hell, because he was clearly in the money and said he owned a bunch of mines. But man did he ever treat me nice. He always asked me, ‘Did you make it?” and of course I told him yes. It just struck me as so unbelievably old fashioned that it was kind of quaint. He was really, really gentle as well. I always thought it was kind of funny that someone so old fashioned was booking the girl with hot pink hair and back tat. He always booked me for an hour and only ever stayed for half. If I could get him back I’d go back to working no problem. Shit yes.
1) Hire another sex worker as a client.–
I’ve always felt a lot of morbid curiosity about what this work looks like from the other side. And I envy my clients even as I pamper them: what would it be like to be the sole focus of sexual attention in a coupling, to be the ultimate pillow queen and not have to feel guilty for it because you’ve paid for the right? I bet I’d be the worst client ever, though—unable to maintain the illusion necessary to enjoy myself b/c I’m too aware of the emotional labor going on necessary to create it, no doubt trying to be too chummy with my escort on the basis of our shared experience when all he/she wants is to finish the hour and be done with me. Or, based on that understanding, I’d be so overly, nervously apologetic that my escort would pray to God for me to shut up. Still, even knowing all the ways I could royally fuck up the experience doesn’t detract from the potency of the fantasy. I’d love the ability to say, “Let’s do something else, I’m bored of this now” in the middle of a sex act and have that be my natural right.
I’ve yet to fulfill this fantasy because it always seems like a waste to spend hundreds of dollars on sex when they could be spent on drugs. Also, who would I even hire? The movement makes it feel like I know every sex worker out there. It’d be incestuous as all hell.
from the rough draft of my Sex Work Bucket List for Tits and Sass (via marginalutilite)
I’ve considered this off and on for a while, more because all my experiences with women were drunk ones and I want some sober experience so I can feel more confident, ya’know? But like, I could buy shoes or drugs or clothes or whatever so it never happens.