I feel these days like I’m just sitting around waiting to work. If I get too busy doing something else I’ll miss that rare, last-minute call that actually turns into money. Such was the case Saturday, Sunday and Monday when I had two escort outcalls and a BDSM incall, in that order, two of which were last minute. And I went out right then and there. I’ll write about the sessions later. Right now my mind is on this feeling of being On Call, twiddling my thumbs, trying not to spend any money.

I had appointments set up for yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

Yesterday’s outcall canceled on me at the last minute in spite of having given me his home address, landline...

When we meet people for the first time at work, school, parties, bars, through friends and family, etc., the first sense you get of them is their outwards appearance, their mannerisms, facial expressions, personality, sometimes their character over time. Usually we don’t reveal our deepest thoughts, feelings, prejudices and opinions when we first meet people. They emerge slowly over time through shared experiences and sometimes we are hurt to discover that somebody we like and admire is upset when they find out we don’t share their religious views or politics or whatever, and vice versa. But when you read somebody’s blog you can get a pretty good idea of how their mind works and what they value long before you...

I’ve noticed a psychological pattern to the way I approach sex work. Although the articles below were written while I was working as an escort, the same feelings ocassionally pop up in my pro domme travels:

I Could Use a Trick
Sometimes my calls keep me distracted from experiencing emotional pain and insecurity in my life. The whole process of going out on a call takes me out of my existence for a short while.

Hooker’s Trance
During a call I move from reality into a kind of trance where I don’t think about anybody I know, anything I’d rather be doing, or anything I believe in.

Hooker’s Hangover
Sometimes I feel a kind of high when I’m busy turning tricks. Sometimes it feels like I’m...

From fuzzybabybunny (aka Victor),

I’m wondering how many emails you get a day. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a bajillion

A bajillion? Sorry, but even in kinky California my phone is not exactly ringing off the hook with guys looking to get their nuts abused, ass-fucked, bound, gagged and pissed on. I get about three calls a day, one out of which is serious about paying for a session but may or may not decide to see me right away, if at all. Most calls come from guys who have the phone in one hand and their dick in the other, pretending to want an appointment so they can ask me a bunch of questions about kinky things I...

There’s a certain phrase I keep stumbling on in my blog reading travels, especially when the topic has to do with feminism and sex work. So I put this question to any and all sex worker bloggers, feminist, post-feminist, and anti-femnist bloggers, self-professed nympho bloggers, black-rimmed-glasses-wearing vixen bloggers, porn loving bloggers, and other such sex activist bloggers:

What does “sex positive” mean?

And now I need the funds in order to do it.

I’ve spent these last few months since quitting a part-time job searching around for something to do that would be more fun, regardless of what it pays, figuring that BDSM would provide that extra income boost. Unfortunately, as Thanksgiving nears and the economy slows, I have struggled to live off BDSM alone.

Anyway, the point of this post is that I have finally figured out what I want my next career to be!

It’s something in which I can use some skills and experience that I’ve gained from my previous two fields, but…requires some connections and extra training. Hence, my side ‘career’ in sex work continues.

I am not happy about the fact that...

Recently I’ve been answering calls from blocked numbers. Yes, there have been more time-wasting crap to weed through, but also a few people who sounded genuinely serious and may or may not call back for an actual appointment.

Meanwhile, I took a blocked call while I was running around downtown today, and the guy wanted something immediate. I told him I could meet in an hour and gave him the general neighborhood of the incall space and told him to call 30 min. before the meeting to confirm (I do this with every caller to test that they are serious about actually meeting). He called back, so I gave him a street corner to call me from at our designated time....

If you’ve been stalking me these past couple weeks you might have noticed that I haven’t been doing many calls. Last week the phone hardly rang, and when it did, guys just wanted to ask questions and make conversation while they stroked themselves, or they’d say they wanted an appointment only to never call back to confirm, while I got all dressed up and ready to go. Bastards.

Meanwhile, my laptop crapped out and the repair shop said it would be so expensive to fix that I might as well just buy a new one. I just don’t have the spending cash for something like that right now so I went to Best Buy and got something on their 18-month no-interest...