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Top 10 Ways Escorts Stimulate the Economy

In About Escorting, For fun on March 26, 2012 at 5:31 am

1. The average In Call escort spends $2-5,000 per month on hotels. This is on top of her $2,000 rent at her midtown high rise.

2. Escorts are religious groomers who have perfected the art of self maintenance. Find them at the nail shop weekly, the hair salon monthly, and the spa as often as they can find the time. They get weekly spray tans, bi-weekly massages, and boob jobs. They will spend $100 on getting their nails done without flinching as they hand the manicurist a crisp twenty dollar bill and head to the mall.

3. Two words: Victoria’s Secret. Escorts buy lingerie like most people buy groceries. When they go to the store to “pick up a few things” they mean $40 underwear, a $100 bra, and a $200 corset, not milk and eggs.

4. Gym memberships, yoga classes, Pilates classes, and the outfits to match are essential to any escort’s survival.

5. Check your favorite escort’s Travel Calendar and do some math. How many frequent flyer miles did you count?

6. Escorts have employees. There is the booker, the driver, the house cleaner, the baby sitter, the web designer, the copy writer, and the photographer. Madams have many employees and for the record, every madam was once an escort.

7. Escorts carry hand bags that cost as much as an average mid-western mortgage payment.

8. Escorts are generous tippers. They are really just the middle woman in the trickle down economy. The client pays the salary of the escort who tips the housekeeper or the hairdresser or the waitress. Everyone wins.

9. Eros guide, City Vibe, TER, Redbook, and (literally) countless other adult companion sites are NOT supported or frequented by single people looking for love. They are supported by escorts looking for rent money.

10. Does anyone else buy condoms by the case? And really, who buys $500 lingerie sets if not for escorts?

Random thoughts in no particular order + a fully nude photo

In About Escorting, For fun on March 19, 2012 at 6:36 am

Is my blog like Playboy I wonder? Do you read it “just for the articles”? If so I’ll make sure to post more pictures for you, I mean articles!! “Articles” like the one at the end of this post. And I am not being pretentious or egotistical here by comparing my tiny, little blog to the most widely circulated and highly revered men’s magazine in the world. I am very much in touch with reality but the numbers don’t lie. When I post a photo, it gets about ten times as many hits as when I post solely words.

I had an amazing photo shoot with a new photographer last week and I will slowly start leaking the fruits of our labor. He blew me away with his eye for sexiness and his efficiency in his work. I was there for three hours and left with a CD and an email in my inbox both containing twenty images of four different looks, or outfits. Easy breezy.

Did you know that the vast majority of photographers will eventually try to sleep with their sex worker subjects? And when I say vast majority, I mean 99%. Even the professional seeming ones with websites, portfolios, and established reputations do it. I feel lucky to now have two reliable and talented photographers on my team who do not care to sleep with me. Once I got very excited to work with someone on a video project and after the plans were all set and I was more than prepared to dish out major dough for the project, (he was very talented!) he mentioned, in a very shady & sideways manner, how most of his clients do “trades” with him. Project cancelled!

I prefer to pay in cash for my services rendered, thank you very much.

So I am landed and camp is all set up in Chicago. I love it here. My view right now is of the Wrigley Building. It seems to be saying something to me, something along the lines of “it’s late, go to sleep!” The skyline of Chicago gives me goosebumps whenever I see it but I am a lover of good architecture and also easily excitable at times. I’ve never said it before but I actually think the Chicago skyline is much more impressive than the NYC skyline. I never said it before because that wasn’t the case pre-2011 and no matter how many years pass, it’s still a sad and painful subject.

For the past three hours I was trying to catch up on my email but I don’t think I ever will. I get a lot of emails from people asking me to meet them in San Francisco in two hours when I am in Mexico, or Denver. Now you all know I don’t mind going out of my way to see you smile, but I have my limits. I keep my calendar up to date but people don’t look at it. I understand. We are all too busy and we all need to slow down but we never will. That’s why I finally hired an assistant. She is considered the best in the industry and as far as I can tell so far, she is. She will start helping me out this week. I’ll send a newsletter out introducing her and probably blog about it again also.

Newsletters from companions are controversial, I realize. That’s why I often bypass that route of communicating with you and do it here instead. I respect your time. Which is why I don’t send an email announcement telling you I have one new photo on my ad up or that I will be available today at noon or tomorrow at five. You know where to find me. And if you have any doubts, check out my Calendar.

When I check out my calendar, I always think things like “I wish there were more hours in the day” or “Is it March already? How can it be March already?” or “This week flew by! I need an extra day this week” and these thoughts are, as my sister would say, very American. We live and die by the clock, are ruled by the clock. I can see why someone took the time to design and build the Wrigley Building and why they included, as the focal point, the giant clock. They knew what really mattered to the people.

Time matters. I try not to waste it but sometimes I do and that is usually time spent online reading blogs, watching videos, and reading and writing sex worker forum posts. I watch TV rarely and it’s always CNN while I am putting on my makeup in a hotel so, even though TV is a waste of time (imho) at least I am multitasking. I don’t consider sitting and doing nothing wasting time but a lot of people do. I consider it vital to my survival in this hectic world. I like to stare out the window and day dream or close my eyes and count my breaths, making sure they are deep, belly breaths. I think doing (not doing?) things like this are actually a great way to pass the time. But who really needs to find a way to pass time? Unless you are unemployed with no hobbies, time just passes. And quickly.

We are all getting old and working diligently on our own personal deaths, and when I get really old, I will look back on this photo and others and be glad my younger years were well documented. Come on, admit it, you like looking at old photos of yourself! I know I do. I was an adorable baby, a freakishly tall adolescent, and an awkward, gangly teenager with big hair. And last week I was:

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More like a cloud

In For fun on March 9, 2012 at 4:03 am

I write this from Florida. The balcony of the Marriott in Delray Beach to be exact. It’s an overcast evening without a star in the sky though there are two sparkling planets in plain view. I am not sure which ones they are but they have been visible every night since I arrived here. I never noticed them from San Francisco, or Denver, or Philadelphia. The moon is full, or almost full, and the wind is strong which makes it seem cool but in reality it’s hot and humid. I have been here for nearly two weeks. Not in Delray but all over the state from Tampa to Key West. I’m on a road trip.

South Beach was my favorite spot, because it is farthest from nature, urban, and fast-paced. Not that I am against nature. I have a girlfriend from Los Angeles who likes to say “nature is best when viewed from the car window.” I am not that extreme but I was born and raised in a city and have always lived in the city. It’s what I know. I like to be surrounded by people rushing to and fro, speaking languages I’ll never know, and I like the lights and the heights. Unless it’s a nature spot FAR from a city; I like that. A place like the one where I trained for my marathon in Humboldt County, CA. It’s an area with unpaved roads, enormous two-thousand year old trees that remind me of dinosaurs, and ramshackle houses every few miles with old car parts in the yard and signs saying “this household supported by the logging industry.” I used to run and run there and I was always afraid a bear would be waiting around the next bend, or a lumberjack who would sense that I recycled and was mostly against logging old growth Redwood trees, but that fear made me run faster and harder. It was so quiet there, it was loud. It was a great place to train for a marathon.

I looked at a few properties here in Florida. One in Boca Raton, one here in Delray, and one just outside of Miami. All of the properties were brand new, lushly landscaped, and within my budget. I spent the entire day talking to real estate agents, riding around on golf carts with them, looking at property maps, and punching numbers into calculators. After all that I thought, there is no way I will ever live in Florida. I felt funny on the golf carts and the man-made lakes that all of the properties surrounded made me uncomfortable. And so I came back to the hotel and decided on a few buildings in midtown Manhattan that I will look at next month when I am in the area. Of course, these are rentals. I won’t even pretend I could afford a place of my own in NYC and really, I wouldn’t want one. In Manhattan, a walk-in closet runs about $2,000 per month. I want so much more in life than a walk in closet.

Sometimes I think I want to live in the Silicon Valley again. I used to live in Palo Alto when I first landed in California from the east coast. I landed at a time when the creative energy in the area was electric (wireless) and the money flowed like the traffic on the 101 (non-rush hour). Once, in 2001, a group of newly rich dot-com kids bought me a $200 shot of tequila at a bar on University Avenue. It was OK but I don’t think I was the right person to fully appreciate it. I would have been just as happy with Jose Cuervo or Patron with some lime and salt. Still, I thanked them and acted like I understood the fuss. I like Palo Alto because everyone there seems to be an entrepreneur of some sort. You’re more likely to meet the inventor of the modem in Palo Alto than a middle manager. Also, it’s a little warmer than San Francisco and the landscaping is near perfect.

I guess you could say I am a little restless though I feel calm not chaotic or unstable. I’ve worked hard to create a life based on freedom and now I have it. I have more freedom than anyone I know, in fact. I’m not bragging and there is a down side to it. Living life without attachments or ties is like living life as a cloud vs. a Redwood tree. I could end up anywhere in any form, and I dream about that anywhere and that new form incessantly. I have no real roots. I am always dreaming of the next great thing.

When I owned a business and managed employees, I envied the people I knew who were going on three-week road trips through Florida without their cell phone, and people who put their email auto-responders on while they spent the weekend at a yoga retreat and spa. I couldn’t even imagine leaving town for a day or turning my phone off while I slept. Now I am that person road tripping without cell phone and I start to envy those who know exactly what their tomorrow will look like and their day after that and after that. The people who have lived in the same house for 20 years and know everyone at their gym/church/coffee shop/ favorite restaurant. The people who get up in the morning at exactly 7am and head to the gym to do the same work out they did yesterday and will do tomorrow before they go to the job that they have had for 16 years and then arrive home from work every night at exactly 6:20pm.

Envy might not be the right word. More like: I stand in awe and respect of these people.

There is something to be said for predictability. The body and the mind like predictability as it staves off stress. But the stress I feel is mostly good stress. I am happy, very happy, almost ecstatic at times. Sometimes I am so happy, I am sad or, overly emotional. It’s strange, like hearing the loud waves of your mind in a silent forest. I tell myself it is what being truly alive is. But there are many ways to be alive. There are many ways to be free. This is one way and tomorrow, I may try another.

Back to Chicago I go

In About Escorting, Travel on March 6, 2012 at 3:48 am

I’ve been saving these photos for quite some time in anticipation for my next visit to Chicago. Not that they are very old, or “30 pounds ago”…

They still very accurately depict what I look like except that I have a deep tan from a lot of beach time lately.

I’ll be hosting in Chicago (downtown, very central) later this month and again in April. Come see me. Let’s relax & let our hair down together…

Downtown Chicago Schedule:

March 19th – March 22nd
April 16th – April 19th

Click here to schedule our time together.

See you very soon.

Love,
Tabitha

PS Please arrange for spring, not winter weather, for my visit. My very first trip to Chicago was in March last year. I’ll never forget it: the streets were lined with tulips, the sun was shining incessantly, it was perfectly warm, and each first kiss was a reminder of spring. Can we do that again?

What Love Is And Is Not

In Poetry on March 5, 2012 at 4:04 am

I’ve never encountered a more concrete explanation of the intangible topic of love than what Jack Gilbert offers here. Thank you for sharing this with me (you know who you are). It has become one of my favorite poems of all time.

The Great Fires
by Jack Gilbert

Love is apart from all things.
Desire and excitement are nothing beside it.
It is not the body that finds love.
What leads us there is the body.
What is not love provokes it.
What is not love quenches it.
Love lays hold of everything we know.
The passions which are called love
also change everything to a newness
at first. Passion is clearly the path
but does not bring us to love.
It opens the castle of our spirit
so that we might find the love which is
a mystery hidden there.
Love is one of many great fires.
Passion is a fire made of many woods,
each of which gives off its special odor
so we can know the many kinds
that are not love. Passion is the paper
and twigs that kindle the flames
but cannot sustain them. Desire perishes
because it tries to be love.
Love is eaten away by appetite.
Love does not last, but it is different
from the passions that do not last.
Love lasts by not lasting.
Isaiah said each man walks in his own fire
for his sins. Love allows us to walk
in the sweet music of our particular heart.

What happens when you don’t pay the bills…

In For fun on March 1, 2012 at 6:43 am

Things get shut off and access gets denied…

My website is offline because I did not pay my hosting bill. When I got the first notice two weeks ago to pay up, I barely glanced at it and thought “oh, my invoice receipt, I must have signed up to auto-renewal, how nice” but today I finally decided to read the subsuquent notices. The news got worse with each one until finally, yesterday, or maybe the day before that, my website was shut down, access denied, offline, not available…

So I paid my bill. And then I thought “slow down sister; you are moving too fast”…

I’m usually way more on top of these things but lately, I am moving at the speed of an angry LA commuter who is late for work and has had four cups of coffee. No time to stop and notice the details.

But really, there is only time and there is nothing more important than the details.

So my website should be up and running by tomorrow, I hope.

And by the way, I have slowed down a great deal in the past few days. I write this from a somewhat remote, sandy beach in paradise. Now, back to my novel.

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