It is only a job….

Escorting can often be nothing more than a job

Sex in general and working in the sex industry in particular always had some level of stigma attached to them in a society where religion still has some power and some influence.

Excepting ancient times, where ‘sacred prostitution’, practiced in temples and ‘houses of heaven’ was not just tolerated but also encouraged and respected, sex in general and working in the sex industry in particular, has always had some level of stigma attached to it, in any society where religion still had some power or some influence.

And now, right, I have had enough! Can people understand I am not doing anything wrong! Consensual acts between two people should not be so frowned upon by society, even if they involve cash.

Escorting is just a job for me. Perhaps not the easiest and most relaxing job in the world, but you know what, it is probably the best job I have ever had. And I know what I am talking about, I had a lot of various jobs in my life.

I like doing things the way I want. I like being my own boss. I like to decline any task / service / person that makes me uncomfortable. In this context, working in the sex industry as an independent is the perfect job for me.

My only regret is that I didn’t discover this job sooner, when I first came to Ireland. I lost so many years doing jobs I didn’t like, never feeling fulfilled and accomplished despite my hard work. So yes, if I got to re-live my life, I would start escorting much earlier then I did.

But what do you actually…do?

Hmmmmmm, interesting stories from my time as an escort…

Well I’ve got lots of those! Some good, some heartwarming –reaffirming your faith in humanity! – some horror stories, some funny, some downright odd I suppose.

But I think I’ll stick with the ones that bring a smile to my face, the ones I don’t really understand but who am I to judge what works for others?

These are the fetishists. Not the run of the mill dom/sub ones – they’re a pound a penny! Or the watersports/hardsports guys. Or even the bin men… Shudder!

I’m talking about the guys who have a very specific fetish, like the foot fetishists. I get a lot of those, I have small feet which they love. I always keep my toenails polished and my feet nice and soft. So they like me! Some of them simply want to caress and kiss my feet, maybe suck my toes a little. Some like to paint my toe nails for me. Others want to see in a selection of shoes and boots – open toed, high heels, platforms, strappy. Some like me to wank them with my feet – harder than it sounds, it uses muscles that don’t usually get that kind of a repetitive workout!

Then there was Mr Shoe.  He would turn up carrying a huge stack of pristine designer shoe boxes. All in my size… Heaven for most women! Not so. He has strict rules about what I wore, on my legs that is – I could have worn a flour sack as long as I had the right stockings on! And we couldn’t meet anywhere  with wooden or laminate floors, it had to be carpeted. Then he would begin to open the boxes, and ooooohhhhh he had good taste! Which just made it harder.

All  I had to do was wear them and pose and walk to his instruction. I honestly can’t remember ever touching him, not even a peck on the cheek. So what’s the hard part you ask? I wasn’t allowed to keep any! He had a huge range of shoes, all in my size, different ones each time, but only ever to be worn on carpet and never mine to keep! Agony for a girl like me. I love shoes.

Outsider looking in….

I am not an escort, but have a pretty good insight into the sex industry

I witness positive and negative aspects in the escorting world every day. I have to admit that this insight has made me different person than I use to be. A person more understanding, caring and patient.

Made me realise how much more support WE need , and by WE I mean women. Sex workers, mothers, sisters ,girlfriends, business women and much more to name. My every day insight is full of escort stories, opinion exchanges, escort reviews, bad and good clients, bad or good incidents, happiness and sadness.I will be always grateful for the experience I have had within the sex industry and the girls I talk to every day. I would like to start my story from the beginning when I was on the “other side”.  By “other side” I mean other way of thinking that I have now. Thinking that escorts work only on the street corners, wearing sleazy clothes and trying to attract lost guys with provocative behaviour. Sure, this picture is part of a stigma attached to the sex industry and to sex workers.  I am guilty of thinking that way also in the past.

I remember, I would never give much thought for the ex industry or women working in it. I would follow general opinion, how bad and rotten this environment is. I would hear stories how Escorts have drink and drug problems and how miserable their life is. When you think about it a little, then you may feel that it is probably easier to think this way because you do not have any insight or dealings with the sex industry.

Since you are not involved in it why should you think any other way? You may also ask yourself what difference it would make if you think the opposite way?