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: