Inspired no, incensed by something I read…..
I sometimes read/hear…not from anyone I have actually met mind, but people who have said to me..
“Oh you escorts have such a life of leisure, sleep or shop all day, party and entertain by night” (oh yeah, I forgot..I don’t have a life, I’m puddle deep, me. Who are ’you escorts’? I don’t know any who live life as you suggest, I’d be worried if I knew someone that boring)
“Have you ever had a job?” (yes, have you? I wouldn’t give you one, in both senses of the phrase)
“You could try art college, you might get in” (already been thanks, graduated years ago, was a lecturer for 7yrs)
“I can take you away from all this” (wild horses won’t, and your patronising assumptions certainly won’t)
What? Excuse me? I beg your pardon? WTF?
It’s not the same as a TW, they are spotted immediately. These other ones have already been nice, so that is why they were replied to. Then they come out with stuff like that, insulting you after reading your site or blog etc. I wonder if they would accept this sort of approach from anyone in their business? Why do they think we would? Oh yeah, we are desperate and stupid, and used to being treated badly, I forgot. I’m annoyed that I have attracted even just one mail like that.
Addressing hypothetical ‘you’, as in, maybe one of that type of moron is reading..you understand. NOT the people I have met or are going to meet!
Behind the scenes of my educated life choice here, I’m working longer hrs than you. And on top of that, I DO do other things, because I can, yes, imagine that! And those people pay me too. This is also an informed choice, it isn’t me ‘biding my time’ till ‘something better’ appears. If you think that my choice to be here, was an ‘also ran’ do not ever call me. This is as important to me as my other interests. I indulge ALL of my money making interests and hobbies in moderation, nothing has presidence, variety is the spice of life, and keeps things interesting. I feel fortunate that I can choose.
Yes, my internet presentations and all the writ/visuals..that just pops up by itself, no input from me at all, I just laze about, and sleep, and eat chocolate infront of daytime tv all day. Braindead whore, that’s me.
I haven’t had a 9-5 for aeons. I just can’t abide/won’t bow down to the David Brents of this world. I am certainly pro qualified, but have deliberately made myself corporately and mainstreamly unemployable. I needed, and wanted, and knew that.. with the freelance way in anything I chose, that I would own me.
I am what it is. This revelation came, and I knew it was time. I was about 25, and had walked out of yet another ‘job’ as it was beneath my capabilities. God knows why I took these ‘jobs’, I had no intention of staying.
I was upset for.. er, lets say..about a minute! And then realised that I was FREE.
The next day, I started the first step of my dream, to go to art college, to live my life and to be financed for stuff I like doing. Art and sex! And sexy art! And arty sex! (not sure what that is, or if I’m having it, hehe)
Fast forward a good bit…wiggly dream sequence mirrors..haha.
So, I went to the University of the Arts, formerly London Institute. Did well there, all good, got pics of the mortar board and cloak if you need proof. What am I sayin’..if you need proof..should smack myself in the face there..doh!
I had already been floozying, so every Saturday circa mid 90′s, was ‘my day’ at a flat in Tooting, it was really nice. So nice, that I didn’t leave for 4yrs. The only reason that I did leave, was to concentrate on getting myself established in my art stuff ( and that took 7yrs). I knew I’d be back once I’d sorted that bit out!
Then of course, I found These Sites, I was overjoyed and shocked as hell.
So as the Boss of What I Do now, this means that I have to really keep the beady eye on all things, because I own me, I run the show, and being an independent person of several arty trades, including this of course.. This means masses of personal input. When you are the product of sorts, you really have to be a Jack/Jill of all trades.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love it!
Phewwww, where do I start with just this section of my life, alone? Let this blog just be about this part, seeing as this is how you know of me.
The successful independent lady of pleasure chooses how this runs.
Websites, finding the right company of repute (amongst the cowboys), liasing with the techy from time to time, techy meetings, writing, designing, blogging (a huge bit of me), design, more writing, photos, resizing and editing and trimming photos, sending this to techy, sorting out photographers, negotiating with that, making props, making/getting clothes tog, liasing themes, debating and/or discussions, sorting dates to shoot, Oops! Reschedule cos you have bookings, or they have, start all over again etc. Massive phone bills ahoy.
Reading. Loads. For hours. Avoiding nutters. Networking with decents. With diplomacy and discretion, find your way around the maze/playstation game/many forum sites without being killed off, no mean feat, many are baying for blood. Survival of this is a bit of luck, but mostly your brain, know how, and if you’re real, serious, honest and legit in your presentations.
Logging the warnings offenders, matching up numbers to anything you have seen or heard.
A bit of fun chat on forums, (it’s advertising too, yeah we know) to take a break from the graft…cos everyone needs a social laugh eh?
Answering emails, catching up with, and everyone new is called xyz , so decifering ‘who is who’ till you speak to him..sorting who is now, who is future, who is travelling, who lives where, outcall travel, and how, any requests on dressing, who is allergic to cats, who smokes, who is new, who is seasoned, who is real, who is a TW, cogwheels in your head…whir whir whir..Sorting wheat from chaff in emails, some are easy though.
Advertising, payments, what is needing to be paid again, who, when, where, what is working for you ad/marketing wise, what isn’t, should you refrain, keep it up, change the writing, change the pics, swap that banner. New pics, new updates, start all over again, mail web peoples with new stuff, wait on replies.
Studying the graphs/stats, (this is hrs long, days long! ) logging that everyday, (2 sites and blog worth now) what, who, when, where etc, who visits what page, how long for, how many pages, where/when do they leave the site, who returns, what page is most pop, when HE calls, where did he find you, this is painstaking..they can’t remember, they were just browsing!
Fashioning me and boudoir for arrivals (no mean feat) clothes and bed laundry, vacuuming, cleaning, ironing, candles (about £100 a mth on candles alone) make up, facials, hair, nails, gym, staying healthy, health checks, private docs cost you know..and I Pay Them to make sure that You are gonna be OK too?
….40hrs a week for you is it now? Oh lucky you….
I’m envious of some of it, but I’d rather be me!
So this is how it is.
I get so annoyed at this uneducated and flippant assumption, that I/we are all some downtrodden poor wee things that have fallen on hard times, stupidly, blindly, desperately, touting our bits at anyone who will take pity on us and our ‘so called tragic lives’. We only do this by neccessity as we are all too stupid to get a ‘real job’..
There are stupid people in this, men and women, the stereotypes do exist, but it’s easy to avoid them if you use your brain. The men who think we are all the same, are obviously too dim to know how to research properly. They find/seek out the sad sides, because they also are. Then they moan about it on forums!
It is the most abhorrently repugnant, offensive, insulting, patronising thing a person could ever assume about me, or other ladies that I Know have made a lifestyle choice.
It takes a very special person to do this well, and to be successful in it. To survive in the face of extremely fierce prejudice is to be admired, not pitied. Only the strong will survive, to coin a phrase.
To do well, and to sustain that longevity, you need sharp wits, and a firm grasp of psychology/anthropology.
…Said that I can’t bear David Brent types..I should expect them in this line too? More so?
I have obviously encountered a David Brent type of visitor recently?
Personally or biblically I haven’t, or it has never seemed so, but I have read a blog post from one of my lovely pals, I was incandescent with rage for her, as I remember having such emails of the same ilk …I had this post cooking on the draft backburner, and have added bits when fuelled by reading a lady’s exp of this rubbish.
Today, I felt that I would post it. And I rarely have a rant!
What a special gift, to be able to share yourself so intimately, your life exp, benefit others, make people smile, teach and help others, indulge your own fantasies, to accumulate a very personal slice of the World History and life, the life that seems to be so wildly interesting to the general public at large.
You simply cannot achieve this education anywhere else. And I embrace it with great gusto.
“The higher you soar, the smaller you seem to those who cannot fly” – Nietzsche
So, er, tea n buns at mines then? Haha.
