June 2009
3 posts
From her 'whore' period
You know the thing Hollywood always gets wrong? There’s nothing glamorous about being “dark” or “gritty”. Those “dark” and “gritty” people, well in real life they are the people you can’t stand. The sister that always asks you for money, or the brother who happens to be bat shit crazy; those people are “dark” and “gritty” and in my rather extensive experience with dregs of society very rarely are...
Things I've Accomplished While Waiting For My...
Made my bed
Cleaned my room
Painted my nails
Stressed about my unpaid bills
Did all dishes
Organized shower and threw out all empty shampoo bottles
Alienated almost-boyfriend
Called my mother to talk about soap operas
Pre-emptively did hair and make up
Stared at phone willing it to ring (this approach has not yet been successful)
I know I deserve this. I flake out last minute on an...
May 2009
1 post
Keeping records
I’ve started keeping better track of my appointments. I guess as an agency girl, and also the fact that I don’t see any new clients has made me a bit lazy when it comes to chronicling my encounters. I have a few regulars and for the most part I keep their life stories straight, but I sort of end up being really vague about my own life because I sort of forget the details of what...
April 2009
3 posts
To be beautiful and delicate...
I told you that I wanted like to be beautiful and delicate, like an antique tea cup. You said “it already is.” Sometimes I ache for my life to be art, I crave a life that falls out of the pages of an Anthropologie catalogue. I want to be delicate and infinately breakable. To wear cream colored dresses that never seem to get stained. I want to be a girl who wakes up in the morning happy...
“She said she knew we were safe with you, and always would be, because once, when...”
– The Age of Innocence
Edith Wharton
I think you do too
I whispered in your ear, “sometimes I want to burn the whole thing down to ashes, to cinders, to dust.”
You squeezed my hand and whispered, “I want nothing left of the empty rituals.”
You couldn’t hold me tight enough that night under the stars. We were camping out of the back of your car, in the middle of nowhere, on the side of a road that made a nine mile loop.
...
March 2009
29 posts
“You mean- I’m so evidently helpless and defenseless? What a poor thing you...”
– The Age of Innocence
“It’s a bore, but the answer is good things only happen to you if...”
– Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Truman Capote
You Could Have Had Me Forever
I woke up sticky with sweat in a hammock next to the lake. The sun was going down slowly and you were walking around lighting up the tiki torches and citronella candles. Watching you move in the fading sunlight made me smile to the fading sunlight. You were wearing that stupid t-shirt that I always told you I hated, but secretly I really did love it. It was green and faded and had holes along the...
“Cocaine flame in my bloodstream
Sold my coat when I hit Spokane
Bought myself...”
– Jolene- Ray Lamontagne
Zombies Don't Drink Tea
It was 3 a.m. when the phone started ringing. I instantly knew it was you. I was drinking tea and reading a book in the middle of the pillow fort I had built in the living room. The incense made the whole room smell like jasmine.
I smiled as I answered because with the time different it was only 9 p.m. your time, but you knew I’d still be awake all the way on the other side of the ocean....
“I WAS THAT CAT! I WAS THAT FUCKING CAT!”
– http://litterboxing.tumblr.com/
You Tasted Like Summer
Three big tubes all tied together floating down the river. I mixed rum with the pink lemonade in giant 64 oz cups, you bought us the straws that had twists in them just for fun. I left a patch on sunblock on my nose, like they do in beach blanket bingo movies. You laughed and threw your head back as we lounged and floated down the river.
I packed the cigarettes and the lighter in a Ziploc baggie...
“She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if...”
– Truman Capote Breakfast at Tiffany’s
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February 2009
47 posts
“The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in
silence sealed; The...”
– Charlotte Bronte
Gifting Words
I don’t remember anything about him, his face blends in with countless other faces of that summer. Unidentified young boys, entering their first summer after starting high school still draped in their boyhood. He was quiet which might be why he doesn’t stick in my memory as anything more than a series of actions. I was not quiet, which might be my curse. I had to be the best, the brightest, the...
Trip to the Gynecologist
elisianfields:
uncommonwhore:
A trip to the gynecologist is awkward for most women; this is made even more awkward when that woman is a call girl.
I don’t engage in risky behavior in my professional life. I’m probably safer in my professional life than I ever was when I was just a promiscuous party girl. I’m a safety Nazi in my line of work. Mostly because men are usually idiots, if I even...
Trip to the Gynecologist
A trip to the gynecologist is awkward for most women; this is made even more awkward when that woman is a call girl.
I don’t engage in risky behavior in my professional life. I’m probably safer in my professional life than I ever was when I was just a promiscuous party girl. I’m a safety Nazi in my line of work. Mostly because men are usually idiots, if I even hinted they could fuck me without a...
There are some nights..
where I just can’t seem to get anything right. Ultimately that’s fine. It’s good. It’s how you grow, learn, and become the woman I want to be. But that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t sting when you know you’re wrong, or you get smacked back into your place. It’s good to be wrong, and it’s good to be told that you aren’t as smart as you...
The Worshipper
There are as many different types of men as there are escorts. There are some who want sex the minute you walk in the door, some that need ego stroking, the Holden Caulfield types who need someone to listen, and then there are the Worshippers. Of course there are several other types as well, but I write them as I encounter them. I just spent an evening with a Worshipper.
Valentine’s Day was...
So how did you...
I’d always had a passing interest in whores. I guess I was a strange child. I’ve never passed judgement on strippers other than ‘what the hell is going on with her hair’. I don’t know why, even though I was raised roman catholic, went to school taught by nuns and all, I just never felt it was necessary for me to judge woman in those types of professions. I suppose I...
“A single metaphor can give birth to love.”
– The Unbearable Lightness of Being Milan Kundera One of my all time favorite books, such beautiful, magical language.
Why Do Men Buy Sex?: Scientific American →
In my never ending quest to discover why men pay me to fuck them I found this (thanks to this)… food for thought
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the...”
– Henry David Thoreau