Escorting is not about glamour, it's about surviving -and not losing yourself in the process.
My name is Amber, and I worked as a high end escort.
There is a group of us out there, women who get caught up in escorting for whatever reasons, and live a life that some envy, and others despise.
This is my story. A brutally honest look into what its really like to be an escort.
I share my stories candidally and openly in the hopes that women considering the easy money will make a different choice.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Found on web but worth sharing....
ONLY RAPISTS CAN PREVENT RAPE
A lot has been said about how to prevent rape. Women should learn self-defense. Women should lock themselves in their houses after dark. Women shouldn't have long hair and women shouldn't wear short skirts. Women shouldn't leave drinks unattended. Fuck, they shouldn't dare to get drunk at all. Instead of that bullshit, how about:
If a woman is drunk, don't rape her.
If a woman is walking alone at night, don't rape her.
If a women is drugged and unconscious, don't rape her.
If a woman is wearing a short skirt, don't rape her.
If a woman is jogging in a park at 5 am, don't rape her.
If a woman looks like your ex-girlfriend you're still hung up on, don't rape her.
If a woman is asleep in her bed, don't rape her.
If a woman is asleep in your bed, don't rape her.
If a woman is doing her laundry, don't rape her.
If a woman is in a coma, don't rape her.
If a woman changes her mind in the middle of or about a particular activity, don't rape her.
If a woman has repeatedly refused a certain activity, don't rape her.
If a woman is not yet a woman, but a child, don't rape her.
If your girlfriend or wife is not in the mood, don't rape her.
If your step-daughter is watching TV, don't rape her.
If you break into a house and find a woman there, don't rape her.
If your friend thinks it's okay to rape someone, tell him it's not, and that he's not your friend.
If your "friend" tells you he raped someone, report him to the police.
If your frat-brother or another guy at the party tells you there's an unconscious woman upstairs and it's your turn, don't rape her, call the police and tell the guy he's a rapist.
Tell your sons, god-sons, nephews, grandsons, sons of friends it's not okay to rape someone.
Don't tell your women friends how to be safe and avoid rape.
Don't imply that she could have avoided it if she'd only done/not done x.
Don't imply that it's in any way her fault.
Don't let silence imply agreement when someone tells you he "got some" with the drunk girl.
Don't perpetuate a culture that tells you that you have no control over or responsibility for your actions. You can, too, help yourself.
If you agree, re-post it. It's that important.
Note:
This goes for any gendered rape, male on female or female on male or female on female or FTM on MTF or non gendered to dual gendered and so on and so forth....
-author unknown
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Sad
Horribly horribly sad tonight.
Accepting that the person you love simply doesnt love you anymore sucks.
I have been crying for days, and cant function. It fuels a self hatred fire that drives me to escort. To prove I am desireable, wanted.
But then I realize that it can never replace love. Never. There is no comfort in being wanted for sex, but not loved. I think it hurts more.
I want to be loved. I want to make love to someone who loves me back, not sell myself to someone who doesnt know my name. But that choice isnt mine to make. I can sell myself, but i cant make someone love me.
I used to believe in dreams and love, but i cant feel anything anymore. I think even god forgot about me.
I cant even fake happiness enough to pull off a date anymore. I am ignoring it all, wallowing in sadness while the month slips away and i dont dont have the rent money.
Hating every man Ive ever met, but loving the only one who doesnt want me.
