Escort Perceptions- By an Ex Client

“Preconceptions are a bitch. I’m an ex-‘punter’ who met a very special lady some time ago.

It’s a fact that very few, if any, people will advertise the fact that they visit escorts. There’s obvious reasons, not least of which are that people just assume the worst – that it’s seedy, that the women are down on their luck or addicts, etc. Many people reading this will already know that in the vast majority of cases this couldn’t be farther from the truth.

From a personal perspective, yes, I had preconceptions. When I got to know an escort on a more personal level, they were all washed away – I’ve since learned to not hastily judge people because of this. Now, my first meeting with her was amazing. I felt a connection I never had before – was this real, or just an incredibly good actress? Choosing the latter as the most obvious answer, I continued about my business. I couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that I had just had an experience with the real person behind the job. It’s a dangerous situation to find yourself in. In fact, so dangerous that I nearly didn’t contact her again. Just imagine thinking that this person liked you and was dropping their guard, only then to find out it was all an act. It would be devastating.

Against my better judgement, I sent a few texts away, not expecting much. To my delight, I received replies, and they were friendly, funny and made my day. Over the next while, we built up quite a friendship. Now, I would have to warn others about the dangers of trying to build up a friendship – after all, these girls are only doing a job. I just happened to be incredibly lucky to see the real person. Normally, this would end in tears – I’ve heard of many cases where it did. However, this is what I saw.

She’s smart, funny, friendly – these might seem like the most obvious personality traits, as she’d be trying to put these forward to everyone she met. But also, she’s also self-conscious. She’s talented, but impatient as well. She’s kind to others, even when those others don’t deserve it. She snorts when she laughs, and makes dumb faces when I try to take her picture. She’s stubborn and infuriating – she annoys me for fun. She’s a great cook that thinks she’s not. She’s untidy and sometimes lazy. In short, she’s the most awesome person I’ve ever met, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about her.

Apologies for going off on a soppy description, but it serves a purpose for anybody reading this who can’t see beyond the word ‘escort’. Every one of them has a story, a family, people who love them, who know them, and they are not, and should not be defined by their job.”

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Dressed like an Escort?!

The quintisential prostitute stereotype pisses me off. People think prossie and it seems they think thigh high boots, plunging neck lines and fishnet tights. More like a baggy jumper, 2 day worn jeans and a slick of vaseline on the lips I say.

I spend so much time dolled up at work when I’m off duty all I want to do is crawl into my most comfy tracksuit, scrape my hair into a bun and wash the war paint of my face.

Most of the time you would never know I was a prostitute. Remember I am not just a sex worker but a normal woman too. I sit next to you on the train, I get changed next to you in the gym and I buy my milk next to you in the Spar. 

 

Next time you think prostitute please don’t think sterotype. 

 

Many Thanks

A casually dressed hoe xx

 

Women only Sell Sex Because They Have to

Actually, I sell sex because I am good at it, the money is great and the hours are easy. That would look less catchy on a billboard though. The quote above is from a new poster from sex work charity Ruhama.  I suppose the reality would look less catchy. I am a sex worker because I elected to be. Because unless you are carrying a pretty serious drug habit or are being crushed by heavy debt, pimped or trafficked, no woman has to sell sex. There are lots of women living in poverty, they aren’t all rushing out to sell sex. For practical purposes though, that is just not sexy enough. Its just not catchy enough. What happens to our right to choose what we do with our bodies, and when?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Escorting vs Love

In  7 years in this line of work I have met many men. More than I care to say if I’m honest (no I don’t keep count that would be uncouth!). Most of them are unmemorable, your typical average Joe who drives a Vauxhall, stays for 30 mins and sends you a little text after to say thanks. I love this kind of man. Non nonsense emotion free regular client.

But one day over a year ago I met different type of man. This man was in a sense still your average Joe. Only he drove a Fiat, stayed for an hour and I fell head over heels in love with him.

He was by no means rich, he wasn’t Brad Pitt and he didn’t even tip! But. He made me laugh uncontrollably, made me orgasm till the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and he always looked me right in the eye. I knew from that very first appointment that this was going to be dangerous. I knew it but for all my smarts I couldn’t help myself falling for him.

I love him and he loves me- parfait. I’m sure you want to know how it has ended- well tough. I’m keeping shtum. My situation itself is unimportant.The situation that I wonder about- is it worth quitting for a man? Continue reading