HBO's Hung Season 2....
The much anticipated season 2 of HBO’s Hung premiered on the 27th and I must admit that I was surprisingly impressed. Many of my acquaintances said that they thought the premier was too dark and slow, but nothing annoys me more than watching something start off exciting then leave you flat and unsatisfied in the end.
I believe this slow period is when we get to know these characters and actually have feelings for them. And THANK GOD the show isn’t sensationalized and stereotypical of prostitution. I LOVE the realness of Ray’s character as he struggles to keep his life in order, and I love that his clientele are your average Middle American women. We saw in Season 1, his first client was an overweight housewife who felt sexually neglected by her husband, and now in season 2 he has this insecure client who is pregnant, and the exchange between the two is absolutely adorable as he reassures her that he enjoys having sex with her.
But the best part in my opinion is the conversation that Tonya has with this black pimp named Charlie. It’s amazing!
She meets this black pimp in a diner, and asks for his advice on keeping Ray loyal to her, and not being so divided between her and his other more cut throat pimp named Lenore, and the pimp looks her straight in the eyes and says:
“Put him on a shorter leash, and make him WANT the leash”
“And you wanna know how you make him want that leash? You gotta be there for him when no one else is. You gotta know him like on one else knows him. And whenever he has problems you have to be the first one to fix them”.
That was brilliant!
What most people don’t realize about pimps, especially old school pimps is that they know that loyalty comes from dependency. When the Ho depends on him for everything, it’s hard for her to leave him.
I guess I’ll anxiously wait for the next episode....
My Calloused Heart....
The one thing I HATE the most about being a sex worker is this revolving door of people in and out my life. This is the only industry where the possibility of meeting someone great and becoming intimate and never seeing them again is normal. It’s so normal that there’s this common saying that “men pay escorts to go away”.
And this is how the callous begins....
It becomes normal to pass around your favorite clients to other women like good reefer. Not only is it normal, it’s encouraged and routine, and God forbid if you don’t, you’ll get publicly stoned alive. I understand and play this game like a seasoned champion, but this industry has turned me into an emotional Psychopath.
I have practiced and mastered the art of changing emotions rapidly. Going from adoring you on Wednesday, to not giving a fuck about you on Friday, but it’s only meant for those who deserve it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m an extremely friendly and caring woman, but if you cross me, I delete your existence without warning and won’t loose an ounce of sleep over it. This Psychopathic behavior is starting to spill over into my real life and I’m starting to erase people that I once thought were fabulous.
But my current disappointment is my fault because I didn’t follow my cardinal rule of NO friendships with Regular Women . I’m uncomfortable around women who are not sex workers because my shit has to be filtered 24/7 and that shit is tiring. And recently I made the mistake of being unfiltered and open with a woman I shouldn’t have, and now she’s avoiding me like the Black plague. Great Job Erika!!
What the FUCK was I thinking????????????????
Why didn’t I just keep my mouth shut and my little extracurricular activities to myself? I’m not God and I can’t miraculously make folks agree with what I do no matter how intelligent and well spoken they think I am. Being a prostitute makes all that intelligence null and void in their eyes. And I’m just pissed because this was my dumb ass fault for talking.
But consider this a lesson learned and hopefully my calloused heart and a bottle of wine will numb my disappointment.
Ugh....
And this is how the callous begins....
It becomes normal to pass around your favorite clients to other women like good reefer. Not only is it normal, it’s encouraged and routine, and God forbid if you don’t, you’ll get publicly stoned alive. I understand and play this game like a seasoned champion, but this industry has turned me into an emotional Psychopath.
I have practiced and mastered the art of changing emotions rapidly. Going from adoring you on Wednesday, to not giving a fuck about you on Friday, but it’s only meant for those who deserve it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m an extremely friendly and caring woman, but if you cross me, I delete your existence without warning and won’t loose an ounce of sleep over it. This Psychopathic behavior is starting to spill over into my real life and I’m starting to erase people that I once thought were fabulous.
But my current disappointment is my fault because I didn’t follow my cardinal rule of NO friendships with Regular Women . I’m uncomfortable around women who are not sex workers because my shit has to be filtered 24/7 and that shit is tiring. And recently I made the mistake of being unfiltered and open with a woman I shouldn’t have, and now she’s avoiding me like the Black plague. Great Job Erika!!
What the FUCK was I thinking????????????????
Why didn’t I just keep my mouth shut and my little extracurricular activities to myself? I’m not God and I can’t miraculously make folks agree with what I do no matter how intelligent and well spoken they think I am. Being a prostitute makes all that intelligence null and void in their eyes. And I’m just pissed because this was my dumb ass fault for talking.
But consider this a lesson learned and hopefully my calloused heart and a bottle of wine will numb my disappointment.
Ugh....
RIP – Michael Jackson (1 year anniversary)
It seems like just yesterday that we lost one the greatest entertainers that the Gods ever blew breath into. I’m going to miss him dearly.
The black radio stations here have been paying homage to him all day, and for the first time in 5 years I’m actually listening to a black radio station. As soon as they start playing that Rap shit again, I’m GONE!!
In honor of Michael Jackson everyone should wear their high water pants and loafers..
Much Love Michael!!!
Toastmasters –My 1st speech is tonight!!
Well everyone, wish me luck.
I make my first “Ice Breaker” speech with Toastmasters this evening and because it’s not sex related it was EXETREMELY difficult to write.
Although the speech is about me and my love of movies, I found it particularly difficult to write about myself in a non-sexual way because my life outside of sex work is pretty uninteresting. Coming up with a non-sexual topic to share with complete strangers was like birthing a “Sand baby”, painful!
But I think I conquered it well thanks to a bottle of Moscato Wine and a few Strawberry Daiquiris
....Yeah I’m an alcoholic, don’t judge me!!
Famous Former Prostitute – Maya Angelou
I’m never really surprised when I learn that certain entertainers were once prostitutes, but this one got me.
In her second autobiography, “Gather Together in My Name”, she recounts her life from ages 17 to 19, and working as a prostitute and Madame of a brothel. The book describes how she moved through a series of relationships, occupations, and cities as she attempted to raise her son without job training or advanced education.
I thought it was really brave for Maya Angelou to admit to being both a hermaphrodite and prostitute. And this is why she's such a "stomp down" advocate on women issues, rights and sexuality.
That’s inviting major scrutiny for a woman of her caliber. Good Job!
Pro-Sex Work vs Anti-Sex Work
I can’t help but to notice certain things about pro sex work activists that tend to make us all look naïve or in denial when it comes to this industry. We as escorts have to be careful not to portray this industry as a victimless crime because that’s far from the truth. That’s why it’s imperative that sex workers understand all parts of this industry instead of separating us into these hierarchy groups. That kills our humanity and concern for others who may not be doing this of their free will.
And although I agree with the idea of legalization and decriminalization of prostitution, I still have my doubts and need to examine the big picture.
-Will legalization create more street hookers? And do I want them hooking in my neighborhood?
-Will legalization make it easier for traffickers and child abusers?
-Will legalization drive up the competition so great that we’ll all eventually have $100 rates?
-Will legalization cost us a ton of money in fees and taxes.
-Will legalization and being documented as a legal prostitute affect me getting certain jobs like working with children, applying for private health insurance, or buying a home in a conservative neighborhood?
-Do I really want to be documented by the government as a legal prostitute?
-Will areas of legal Prostitution (Red Light Districts) become a haven for other crimes such as drugs, violence, and disorderly conduct by overly excited teens and drunkards?(We all know that strip club where someone gets killed regularly).
-Will legalization create more pimps and cut throat business owners.
I just can’t see the benefits of legalization right now, and GOD knows that I don’t want some shrewd drug dealer opening up a chain of brothels or clubs in an already violent and depressed urban area because that’s usually where these type of businesses operate; in the hood and far away from the the "normal" people.
There’s just too much to take into consideration with this legalization argument. But right now we need to focus on more important issues such as traffickers, brutal pimps, violent crimes, sex slavery, and the sexual abuse of children. And my job as a pro-sex work activist is to help anti-sex workers stay focused on their mission to help victims of prostitution and NOT willing participants.
A Black Man's screaming Orgasm (Too Funny)
Lord have mercy!
The first time I saw this video clip I laughed uncontrollably. Either this brotha ain't had no pussy in while or her pussy was Fanfuckingtastic!
My guess it's probably both!
Funny funny funny!
Could racism be natural for some people?
Yes, sort of!
And I’m only basing this on my own personal experiences as a child. When a child has little exposure to other races, cultures, or communities that are different than their own, then naturally there is going to be this fear of “unfamiliar people”. Once the fear has subsided, then curiosity sometimes takes over.
I remember growing up and my parents never discussing race or politics around me or my brother, and the only white people we came in close proximity to were our grade school teachers, and there wasn’t a lot of them in the grade school that I went to.
But I remember an incident when I was 8 years old where my grandmother and I was visiting her friend’s Catholic Church one Sunday and me being TERRIFIED when I saw all the white people entering the church. I remember clinging to my Grandmother for dear life and not wanting to get out the car. She kept asking me what’s the matter, and the only thing I could say to her was that I didn’t want to go in.
After about 10 minutes she finally convinced me to get out the car, and inside the Church we went. Now let me remind you that this church was a Cathedral and as far as I was concerned there could have been 10 Million people in there. We sat towards the back next to this elderly white couple, and as I sat there constantly looking around to find at least 1 other black face in the sea of Caucasians, I soon realized that me and granny were the only two brown dots in the whole church, and I got nauseated. My saving grace were the kids sitting in the pews in front of us who kept dropping candy on the floor, and the elderly couple sitting next to me picking it up and giving it to me.
When church was over my Grandmother wanted to stay for the Repast, but I was adamant about wanting to leave and I started whining and stomping. When we finally jumped inside her Lincoln Continental, a huge wave of relief came over me. I look back at that situation today and try to analyze it, but I still don’t understand where the fear came from.
But I do know that when children fear other races such as I had, and their parents, communities, and the Media come along and plant hateful seeds that validate that fear, that’s when children start to act out. We see it all the time; Timmy doesn’t want to play with Rico because Rico is brown, or Rico Pushes Timmy to the ground and says he smells like a wet dog.
All that shit is learned behavior!
It wasn’t until High school that I actually became comfortable around white people, but still I had mostly black friends. It actually took my English teacher who was white, to make me feel truly comfortable, and to repay him for his good deeds and camaraderie, I fucked him my junior year.
And I’m only basing this on my own personal experiences as a child. When a child has little exposure to other races, cultures, or communities that are different than their own, then naturally there is going to be this fear of “unfamiliar people”. Once the fear has subsided, then curiosity sometimes takes over.
I remember growing up and my parents never discussing race or politics around me or my brother, and the only white people we came in close proximity to were our grade school teachers, and there wasn’t a lot of them in the grade school that I went to.
But I remember an incident when I was 8 years old where my grandmother and I was visiting her friend’s Catholic Church one Sunday and me being TERRIFIED when I saw all the white people entering the church. I remember clinging to my Grandmother for dear life and not wanting to get out the car. She kept asking me what’s the matter, and the only thing I could say to her was that I didn’t want to go in.
After about 10 minutes she finally convinced me to get out the car, and inside the Church we went. Now let me remind you that this church was a Cathedral and as far as I was concerned there could have been 10 Million people in there. We sat towards the back next to this elderly white couple, and as I sat there constantly looking around to find at least 1 other black face in the sea of Caucasians, I soon realized that me and granny were the only two brown dots in the whole church, and I got nauseated. My saving grace were the kids sitting in the pews in front of us who kept dropping candy on the floor, and the elderly couple sitting next to me picking it up and giving it to me.
When church was over my Grandmother wanted to stay for the Repast, but I was adamant about wanting to leave and I started whining and stomping. When we finally jumped inside her Lincoln Continental, a huge wave of relief came over me. I look back at that situation today and try to analyze it, but I still don’t understand where the fear came from.
But I do know that when children fear other races such as I had, and their parents, communities, and the Media come along and plant hateful seeds that validate that fear, that’s when children start to act out. We see it all the time; Timmy doesn’t want to play with Rico because Rico is brown, or Rico Pushes Timmy to the ground and says he smells like a wet dog.
All that shit is learned behavior!
It wasn’t until High school that I actually became comfortable around white people, but still I had mostly black friends. It actually took my English teacher who was white, to make me feel truly comfortable, and to repay him for his good deeds and camaraderie, I fucked him my junior year.
Guys I’d Fuck – Giacomo Casanova
I don’t know about you ladies, but if a man made history for being one of the greatest Lovers in the world, then he should definitely be on somebody’s “Most Fuckable Man list”, so I’m adding him to mine.
Not particularly a good looking man from what I see in paintings and drawings, but looks have ZERO to do with seduction, great sex and romance, which is what made Casanova a legend.
Casanova's personality was dominated by his sensual urges, and he was quoted as saying: “Cultivating whatever gave pleasure to my senses was always the chief business of my life; I never found any occupation more important".
"Feeling that I was born for the sex opposite of mine, I have always loved it and done all that I could to make myself loved by it”.
Not to mention that we must respect Casanova for his use of “assurance caps” (Condoms) to prevent impregnating his mistresses.
I gotta say....What a mighty Good Man!!
Website: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giacomo_Casanova
Threesome with Client and his Wife...
After a disastrous experience back in 2006, I promised myself that I would never entertain the idea of having a threesome with a client and his wife again. If I knew then what I know now, I would have done a thorough screening/interview with this woman to see if this was indeed something that she was interested in. Instead, I naively took my client’s word that his wife would be OK with the sexual arrangement. Through my experience in the swinging community I learned that there are two types of wives that participate in sex with their husbands and another woman.
(The Watcher)- A wife who basically gets off on watching her husband Fuck another woman.
(The Star)- A wife who doesn’t mind another woman having minimal sexual contact with her husband, as long as she remains the main focus.
Since this was such a sensitive sexual experience I should have consulted with her first on what she expected of me and if there were any rules that I needed to abide by, but instead I jumped in like it was a regular session.
I remember it like it was yesterday. They booked a 4 hour session with me, and to make her experience a pleasant one, I went and got Orange Juice and champagne for mimosas, a cheese and fruit platter, and croissants. I wanted her to feel comfortable.
When they arrived, everything went perfect. We ate breakfast, we drank the Champagne, we chatted a bit and laughed, and then I invited them to get comfortable. We started off slow. I gave her a massage that lasted approx 40 minutes and she allowed me to suck her tits while her husband ate her pussy. Then it was his turn to get a massage, and as I massaged him we talked about previous sessions that we had together in the past and how great they were. Then he turned over on the table and reached up to hug me, which resulted in a long embrace and a hard cock. That’s when he said that he wanted me RIGHT NOW, and I noticed that she was becoming doubtful when she saw the intimacy. So to avoid a confrontation I insisted that I watch them go first instead.
I should have been more in control, but I really wanted him at this point, and before I knew it, he had a condom on and we were fucking while she watched at the bottom of the bed. And as much as I didn’t want a confrontation with her, I also didn’t want him to stop pounding me. I was in complete ecstasy and didn’t notice that she had gone to the bathroom and was in there for what seemed like 20 minutes.
When we both finally came, we rested a bit and he asked where his wife went. I replied, “I think she’s in the bathroom, go check on her”. When he went to go check on her he was in there with her for another 30 minutes and I could hear them talking/arguing.
When he came out the bathroom I asked was there a problem, and he just said, “I’ll tell you later”. I immediately became uncomfortable because I felt as if she was upset with me. They both got dressed in the bathroom but she went and waited by my front door while he came in the bedroom and explained that they had to leave.
He paid me a LOT more than what we agreed on, which was an indication that he probably wasn’t coming back, and I was right, that was the last time I ever saw or heard from him.
I discussed the experience with another escort that I know and she advised me to NEVER do sessions with regular clients and their significant others, whether they be wives or girlfriends. There’s something less threatening about a couple meeting you together for the first time, instead of it seeming like he’s introducing his wife to the “other woman”.
I get it!
(The Watcher)- A wife who basically gets off on watching her husband Fuck another woman.
(The Star)- A wife who doesn’t mind another woman having minimal sexual contact with her husband, as long as she remains the main focus.
Since this was such a sensitive sexual experience I should have consulted with her first on what she expected of me and if there were any rules that I needed to abide by, but instead I jumped in like it was a regular session.
I remember it like it was yesterday. They booked a 4 hour session with me, and to make her experience a pleasant one, I went and got Orange Juice and champagne for mimosas, a cheese and fruit platter, and croissants. I wanted her to feel comfortable.
When they arrived, everything went perfect. We ate breakfast, we drank the Champagne, we chatted a bit and laughed, and then I invited them to get comfortable. We started off slow. I gave her a massage that lasted approx 40 minutes and she allowed me to suck her tits while her husband ate her pussy. Then it was his turn to get a massage, and as I massaged him we talked about previous sessions that we had together in the past and how great they were. Then he turned over on the table and reached up to hug me, which resulted in a long embrace and a hard cock. That’s when he said that he wanted me RIGHT NOW, and I noticed that she was becoming doubtful when she saw the intimacy. So to avoid a confrontation I insisted that I watch them go first instead.
I should have been more in control, but I really wanted him at this point, and before I knew it, he had a condom on and we were fucking while she watched at the bottom of the bed. And as much as I didn’t want a confrontation with her, I also didn’t want him to stop pounding me. I was in complete ecstasy and didn’t notice that she had gone to the bathroom and was in there for what seemed like 20 minutes.
When we both finally came, we rested a bit and he asked where his wife went. I replied, “I think she’s in the bathroom, go check on her”. When he went to go check on her he was in there with her for another 30 minutes and I could hear them talking/arguing.
When he came out the bathroom I asked was there a problem, and he just said, “I’ll tell you later”. I immediately became uncomfortable because I felt as if she was upset with me. They both got dressed in the bathroom but she went and waited by my front door while he came in the bedroom and explained that they had to leave.
He paid me a LOT more than what we agreed on, which was an indication that he probably wasn’t coming back, and I was right, that was the last time I ever saw or heard from him.
I discussed the experience with another escort that I know and she advised me to NEVER do sessions with regular clients and their significant others, whether they be wives or girlfriends. There’s something less threatening about a couple meeting you together for the first time, instead of it seeming like he’s introducing his wife to the “other woman”.
I get it!
Bisexual, Gay, and Down-Low Men.
There is a stigma placed on a man if he admits that he’s bisexual. But there is an even GREATER stigma placed on a Black man, which is why we have the whole “Down Low” phenomenon. But the reality is this phenomenon isn’t anything new, and since it’s been exposed in books and on TV, it’s become sensationalized.
The whole down-low movement has been blamed for the AIDS and HIV epidemic in the African American Community, which is fucking ridiculous. Here we go with placing blame on a small sub-group of men instead of taking responsibility as a community for making fucked up decisions when it comes to sex and safety.
But this issue isn’t just limited to black men either; white men live this secret life as well.
Bisexual men are more common than we realize though. Most bisexual men typically fall in the category of “I just want the sex NOT a relationship”. This category is easier to maintain for bisexual men because they don’t have the emotional attachments to sex like women do, so gay sex can be done without anyone ever finding out or hearts getting broken.
But this is where shit gets risky. I find that the more sexually adventurous a man is, the more risks he’s willing to take, especially when he’s reached a sexual plateau where regular sex is no longer fulfilling, he then becomes a Cum Junkie. And a Cum Junkie is a man who is obsessed with ejaculating and will drive the streets and clubs all night looking for a release. Cum Junkies typically don’t like using condoms because they’re dick has become desensitized from the constant jacking off, fucking, or blow jobs.
After while, unprotected sex becomes an inevitable practice to a Cum Junkie, whether it’s BBBJ (Bareback blowjobs) or bareback sex which is called “Breeding” in the gay world. Breeding is the practice of bareback ass fucking to completion. It’s basically a “cream pie” in the ass.
Being in the Adult industry has opened my eyes to many sexual practices within the male species. I understand them better and they communicate with me freely which is an honor. But whenever a client tells me that he doesn’t like to use condoms - that tells me that I should make him wear two. LOL
Happy Birthday Kidlet
My little evil genius turns 9 today.
God I can’t believe that I was ever impregnated, let alone gave birth to something so fucking perfect. I guess that’s why I’m so hell bent on not ever having another one! He’s definitely a rare breed.
Happy Birthday Isaiah!
God I can’t believe that I was ever impregnated, let alone gave birth to something so fucking perfect. I guess that’s why I’m so hell bent on not ever having another one! He’s definitely a rare breed.
Happy Birthday Isaiah!
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