sleeplessness... again

A mix of anxiety, lust and uncertainty is keeping me up.

There is not one room in my house that's not filled with the noise of my housemate and his guest making awesome sounding sex noises.

Living in a sex positive house is truly a change of pace, my last house was as equally unsound-proof, but all the noises I ever made there were met with looks of disgust from my last housemate the morning after. In this house we commend each other on orgasms well had. Even getting woken up in the early morning to sex noises doesn't bother me, but that's probably because I don't have a day job.

I'm avoiding going to sleep, a friend passed out in my bed and I think I want to sleep alone tonight, so to the couch I go.

other silly things keeping me awake...

I desperately want to be a go go dancer and have spent the last few hours You Tubing (now a verb) videos of dancers in order to prepare for an audition coming up next month. I feel a little scared that I will be judged on my dancing ability. I love to dance, but the club scene is a little intense for me to be a club kid. It also gets expensive, paying cover and taxi cabs. So, why not try my hand at getting paid to dance around like a wild woman...?

Go go dancing to me looks like a cross between stripping and hip hop with a little bit of the robot thrown in, but traditionally it was women who did the twist... The gogo dancer coordinator (haha) told me I will be judged on my appearance, so i should to wear booty shorts a bikini top and to be creative. I wonder if I have to wear heels or if I can cut it with a spiffy pair of shoes....

The dilemmas of my life...

unpaid labour of love

I recently became an independent escort after working 2 years with several agencies. This now allows me to feel more in control of my working environment with better return. I have recently run into a problem of the Lover/Client, a gentleman who would much rather be my lover than my source of income.

Usually the situation is mutally understood as: my arrival, conversation, sex, conversation, my departure. Sometimes we mix it up with: my arrival, food and drink, sex, more sex, my departure. Or the extremely rare: my arrival, conversation, I receive a massage, conversation, my departure.

Each and every one of these scenarios involve a monetary transaction regardless of what takes place. The payment is for my time, of course sex is expected, but it allows for the idea that it is me who is calling the shots.

Being independent has allowed me to advertise and screen clients better suited to my personality, likes and dislikes. Unfortunately several of my clients have started mistaking the excellent chemistry we have as evidence we were meant to be together, or at least should get to know each other better for a reduced or non existent cost.

I am unsure of how to negotiate this. I'm slightly angry that they call up escorts and then imply that we are somehow less human for requesting a donation.

We are the fillers of girlfriendless space, do not piss us off!

Welcome Wagon

I'm hitching it up and rolling it out. Going to become a blogger, why? Because I've been reading too many lately, and sometimes I think I also have something interesting to say about the assortment of thoughts buzzing around my brain.

I also recently quit Facebook and I'm looking for a replacement something...

let the replacement addiction begin!