Does NeNE from Housewives of Atlanta look like Josephine Baker?

Y’all already know that I’ve been down for my Girl Josephine Baker ever since I discovered a naked photograph of her in my uncle’s liquor cabinet when I was 8 years old. Then in 1990 HBO did a movie about her life, and sealed my obsession with her.

So just imagine the horror when my brother says to me while we were watching the Atlanta Housewives Reunion; “Don’t you think that NENE looks like Josephine”?

I replied; “Josephine who”?
My brother; “Josephine Baker, you dumb ass”

I had to hold my tongue because my first instinct was to let him have it.

So later that night I go home and google Josephine baker and NeNe just to make a photo comparison, and sure enough, NeNe does look a lot like Josephine did when she first arrived in Pairs in the 20’s

So needless to say that although NeNe’s personality drives me fucking crazy, she is officially my favorite Housewife because she looks a hell of a lot like my GODDESS Josephine!

Silly, I know!

This is it - Michael Jackson...

So today is the day.

We’re going to wrestle the other Michael Jackson lovers to see this movie. After lunch and clients, I’m going to get our tickets in advance so that we don’t have to deal the lines this evening.

I’m really excited about this movie.

I just hope that I don’t cry my eyes out in front of my son and sweetie.

Later my lovelies.

The Art of Saving Money....

My God - things have changed tremendously since I’ve started in this business. I remember the good old days when I would make $800 a day if I really got out there and Hustled hard. Then the bad money habits began to set in, where I would have $5000 just casually laying around my house, and then a month later I’d be broke and dependant on the next client again. I hated that shit. But that’s how the cycle begins. Rich on Monday - Broke by Friday.

Well, with age comes wisdom, and I don’t blow my money as easily anymore. I’ve come to develop a strategy that helps me save money so that I don’t become so dependant on clients day to day. And that strategy is called “aggressive saving”; meaning that what ever I make daily, half of it automatically goes into my ING Direct account.

Now the strategy has become my obsessive compulsion.

You’d be surprised at how much money you could save if you’re committed to saving it on a daily basis. It’s nothing to look up and have $10,000 saved.

And like I’ve said before, you have to be a smart hustler in this business when it comes to your money. Because we spend it like we get it…FAST and FURIOUS.

So I encourage you to open a saving account if you don’t already have one, and find a dollar amount that you can comfortably commit to on a weekly or daily basis. If all you can commit to is $20 a week, then do it.

We’ve all heard the saying, “Pay yourself first”!

Because the worst thing in life is to have sold pussy for 10+ years and have absolutely NOTHING to show for it but emotional scars and No money!

Save it!

https://banking.ingdirect.com/savings/initial.vm?type=3000

Hustlers and Intellectuals

It’s funny when I hear people call themselves intelligent, especially in this industry. I think some sex workers believe that having this false sense of intelligence will make them seem less like a prostitute. But in actuality, intelligence doesn't impress me, it’s the Hustlers that do. I know a sex worker who can barely read or write and she lives in a million dollar home, and travel the world on a monthly basis because she’s a good Hustler, not because she’s intelligent.

I’m far from intelligent, but I’m a great Hustler, and part of my hustle is giving the illusion of intelligence so that my clients will remain interested and not get bored. I think one of my best qualities is the willingness to learn something new, and taking constructive criticism.

That’s why I always have good Hustlers in my corner. And sometimes receiving constructive criticism from them can make a world of difference in my business.

For instance – I had an escort tell me that if I lost 50 pounds, I’d be unstoppable.

I quickly became insulted, but realized that she’s right, and I’ve always known that. Why does it always sting to hear someone else tell you the truth?

Well, at least she’s a friend and someone that I look up to.

Constructive criticism doesn’t sting as bad when it comes from a person that wants you to do well, and is willing to call you a FAT ASS just so you’d hustle and get the job done.

I love that tough love shit!

Escorts and clients falling in love...

The question was posted whether or not an escort and her client can have a real romantic relationship outside of the escorting game, and most of the people that chimed in said NO.

I hate that shit!

I’m tired of mother fuckers thinking that escorts and clients are incapable of being “normal” people together.

It’s as if you’re telling me that because I’m a prostitute and he was my “trick” that we can’t romantically date without having fucked up or greedy motives behind it. And it bothers me when others co-sign that shit.

And just to be clear, if you failed at this type of relationship in the past, then you or the other person probably went in with artificial and shallow expectations like (infatuation, sex and money) and your relationship was doom to fail when Ya’ll said hello.

Point that I’m trying to make is if I love someone, then I’m good to them....PERIOD! And the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt them emotionally or financially. And the client should feel the same way about me if we’re dating. It’s called reciprocity.

Majority of the men who fall short in this type of relationship were usually “Sugar Daddies” or tremendously jealous and insecure. And that’s not the type of relationship I’m talking about. I’m talking about having a stable full fledged relationship with a man who was a client, and is ok with you escorting. It can be done, and I’m a living witness to that!

A sugar baby arrangement would never work for me. I need someone who is available to me emotionally and physically 24/7, instead of occasionally buying me shoes, weed, food, purses, and paying my little ole gas and electric bill. That ain’t shit. I can do that myself.

I’m talking beyond finances and sex.

Example – If I were stranded on the side of the road in the middle of the night with a flat tire, my man should be the first person that I call for help, and he should jump right up with NO hesitation, and vice versa. But with a sugar daddy, chances are, he’s married, and he’ll be sleeping right next to his lovely wife and yo ass will remain stranded. So that’s why I’ll never make myself emotionally available to or dependent on married men. It’s usually a dead end road.

But for a client whose single, and we’re feeling each other, and he’s OK with me being an escort, and I’m Ok with him being a hobbyist, that my friend is a wonderful union.

But don't get me wrong, I totally understand that this is a different type of relationship, and the shit just doesn’t work for everyone. And that’s why it takes 2 strong mother Fuckers to make it work. Strong like Hercules!

And that concludes today’s sermon.

I’m Erika, and this was your daily Motivation.

Guys I'd Fuck- Maxwell

Ok this new fascination with the singer Maxwell has me scratching my head with confusion.

I remember Maxwell from the mid 90’s and even buying his first album because the music was pretty cool, but sexually, Maxwell did absolutely NOTHING for me. And as a matter of fact, I kind of found him unattractive for whatever reason, but I really dug his music.

Fast forward to October 2009, a client offered me 2 tickets to go see him at the Scottrade Center (Suite seats), and my dumb ass kindly declined. Well, low and fucking behold, I’m listening to the radio and I hear a song that I fall madly in LOVE with, and find out its Maxwell’s new song. Next I go on Youtube to see if there’s a video to this song, and there is, and it’s HOT! Maxwell is HOT!

I LOVE the new Maxwell, his look and sound!

He’s so classy and sexy that he reminds me of a Sidney Poitier or a Marvin Gaye.

And when I listen to him, or watch him perform, it sends me into screaming raging fits of Fan-Girl-Dom!

I’m so confused by this all of a sudden sexual lust that I have for this man!

Now I’m following him on twitter like a mad-cow, and reading what all the celebrity blogs have to say about his shows, and ALL of them are RAVING about his sexy performances on stage!

God, I fucked up ROYALLY!

Then there's a rumor floating around that he's GAY which makes me love him even more. Yall already know I'm a huge Fag Hag!

Am I writing a book about my life?

Nah....

I haven’t lived long enough to be writing a book about my life.

I’m not a drug addict or alcoholic from an abusive background, so I don’t think selling pussy alone would be enough to make the average reader interested in my story. I think being a little more fucked up is what gets peoples attention.

And besides - I’m still learning the ropes.

But I will say that I have recently met some very interesting characters in this sex game that will help increase my knowledge from all aspects. As a professional sex worker it is important that I rub elbows with all walks of life in this sex game, from street walkers to pimps. And yes ladies and gentlemen, I have a Pimp and a Street Walker as friends, and I am VERY proud to admit that.

I’m proud that I can smoothly move between having high priced Courtesans and street walkers in my inner circle.

But you also got to know that I don’t just let anybody in my inner circle. My friendships with other sex workers are small but I take them very seriously. I Love the few friends that I have in this game because they prove to be worthy. And that’s very important to me because I’m loyal and I’m good to them

If I’ve learned one thing in this business, it’s the lesson of not judging by a stereotype. The same respect that I want from outsiders as an escort is what I must give to street walkers and pimps. Not all of them are fucked up. And it took meeting a few to realize that.

Boy, whenever I do decide to write a book, it’s going to be juicy!

Game is to be sold NOT told.

From this day fourth I will no longer invest my FREE time into helping stray hooker wannabe’s bust into the business. It’s usually 99% of the time a waste of mine.

I usually find myself creating websites for girls, doing advertising for them, writing them ads to post around various message boards, and not charging them a dime only to have them either disappear or be un-fucking-grateful. That’s what I get for doing shit for free.

I was talking to a pimp friend of mine who told me to stop giving away my free-time to girls looking to become escorts because most are only curious, or in it temporarily. He told me to point them to various message boards and tell them to do their own research, or charge them a small consultation fee for my help.

God, I just did a blog entry about escorts charging for information, and how I hated it. But I spoke too fucking soon!

So needless to say, my time has again been wasted!

GREAT!

Damaged

I just found out that the man across the hall from me shot himself in the head this morning, and I can’t even get my mind to function properly to write.

There is like 10 people standing outside his apartment, and the coroner just wheeled his body to the van.

Now my spirit is damaged for the day!

Must cancel appointments, light sage, meditate, and chant!

Making my own sexy Reality Show....

I absolutely LOVE the Fan Club feature on those rare-escort websites, and getting that extra cash each month is wonderful.

I do admit that I’ve been neglecting my fan club lately because finding the talent is hard. And when I do find them, a few months after they shoot with me, they change their minds and demand that I remove their videos, which makes me loose MAJOR cash and members.

The men who shoot for me are fine; it’s always the girls that change their minds.

That’s why I’ve decided to create my very own weekly Reality Show, instead of just doing amateur porn videos. My Reality show will follow me and some friends to strip clubs, swinger events, Vineyards, and getting into basically all kinds of crazy sexy shenanigans.

I’ve always wanted to do this, but having a family and other obligations makes it hard. But I’m serious about it now.

I will begin taking down all of my old porn videos in December, so if you’re already a member of my fan club, save the videos onto your hard drive because I’m removing them to start my new reality show.

Most of the episodes will be free, but the more erotic and wild ones will be available for Members Only.

In the next couple of weeks I will be shooting my first episode at Crown Valley Winery in St. Genevieve MO, and then afterwards playing with my tits and pussy in an undisclosed private parking lot.

It’s going to be HOT!

Haters and Hustlers....

Let’s just say that I’m motivated by both.

My best friend in this industry is the best Hustler in Missouri, and her success motivates the hell out of me. I love her because she’s such a go-getter and money maker, but she’s often mistaken as arrogant and hard, which is FARRRRR from the truth.

It’s sad, but successful escorts get hated on 24/7 by other escorts. And instead of being a hater, use that jealous envy to motivate yourself.

If an escort tells you that she makes 60K a year selling her ass, your goal should be to make 70K or more. I could never hate on someone else’s success because it’s their successes that motivates me to be better.

But the real fucked up thing is that I’ve always had to downplay my success for the sake of making others comfortable, and I hate that shit.

What ever happen to being proud of doing well?

It seems that escorts are only comfortable if we’re all scraping the bottom of the barrel and starving to death. God forbid you’re making 6 figures with a nice home, car, and a big bank account. You’re destined to be a target for hatefulness.

It’s that whole misery LOVES Company bull shit that keeps us all broke.

Then you have the escorts who are constantly worried about what another escort is charging. I wouldn’t care if an escort charged $10 blowjobs and $20 fucks. THAT’S HER BUSINESSS, HER MOUTH and HER PUSSY.

In the end, all of us are striving for one goal, and that’s to be able to pay our bills like the average motherfucker who’s working a regular 9-5!

There's no 401 K retirement plan for hookers once we decide to retire. So if you know like I know, you better hustle hard and save harder.

I’m Erika, and this is your daily Motivation!

Guys I'd Fuck- Taimak (The Last Dragon)

Ok, I think I’m entitled to add just one conventionally sexy man to this list, and Taimak is the man.

For those of you who don’t know who he is, he was Bruce Leroy in the 80’s cult classic “The Last Dragon”, starring the other sexy songstress Vanity, who is now a Minister and ran to Jesus.

It’s funny how these Jesus freaks 99% of the time have a fucked up past, but I digress.

I feel that I don’t really need to go into great detail about why I’d let this man penetrate my pussy, just look at him, he’s Gorgeous and he’s 45 and in GREAT shape.

He’s on Twitter also, so I can stalk him without really stalking him!

Can we say Potential Baby Daddy?

Yes we can!

Freddy Krueger Remake - No Robert Englund??

Ok, this post will have absolutely nothing to do with hooking, but being the horror movie connoisseur that I am, I can not let this go without voicing my disapproval.

How the hell are you remaking a Nightmare on Elm Street movie without the original Freddy Krueger? Robert Englund is an icon, and taking him out of the new Nightmare on Elm street movie is like taking Jesus Christ from the Church (And I’m not a Christian either)

Even the trailer of this movie annoys the fuck out of me because it looks like just another quintessentially bad horror flick that seems to be oozing from Hollywood lately.

I hate it already!

You people don’t understand how much I Loved the Nightmare on Elm Street series as a kid. My dad would actually let me and my brother skip school to see the newest movie when it premiered. We’d sneak Microwave popcorn and Capri suns in our book bags, and just drift away into horror movie Utopia.

I even met Robert Englund back in 1990 at a comic book convention with my overly Gay cousin Alex, and he was always a gracious actor, especially with young kids, I was 12 and Alex was 14.

Anyway, I have some wonderful childhood memories of going to the drive-in with my parents, and watching horror movies from the hood of my dad’s 1979 Chrysler Cordoba!

Ahhhh, what a great life!

THC