Guys I'd FUCK - Adam Lambert

Yeah, I know Adam is Gay and all, but when I saw him perform on Oprah it sent chills down my spine. There is nothing sexier in my eyes than raw talent, and Adam has TALENT.

There’s something about him and his style and the way he carries himself that reminds me of a young Elvis. And although he’s gay and a LOT younger than what I usually go for, and I’m really not into the whole emo look, I’ll just say that Adam can get some pussy if he wanted it. And I’ll give it up willingly!

But more than the sexual attraction, Adam looks like he’s a lot of fun to be around, and he reminds me a lot of my gay boys in LA that worship the ground I walk on. Most gay guys do!

Below is his performance on Oprah...

Meeting John...

Very interesting Podcast dealing with prostitution from a client’s point of view....

I just wish more sex workers could conduct these interviews so that the men would feel more comfortable. Poor guy sounded scared to death.

Check it out!

PS. What the hell is a "John School"?

http://www.cbc.ca/thecurrent/2010/07/july-27-2010.html

First Black US President (Thomas Jefferson)

Move over Barack Obama....

You’re not the first black president of the United States of America. As a matter of fact, you are the 7th. This is a part of History that they don’t teach in schools, but they did manage to teach the stupid “One Drop Rule” which is a historical colloquial term used in the United States during the Jim Crow era, which says that a person with one drop or any trace of Black sub-Saharan ancestry (however small or invisible) cannot be considered white, and therefore must be considered black.

And if this rule was the Law, then at least 6 of our American Presidents were Negro’s (Octoroons and quadroons). Heyyyy!

-Thomas Jefferson (Jefferson was described as the son of a half-breed Indian squaw and a Virginia mulatto father)

-Calvin Coolidge (He claimed his mother was dark because of mixed Indian ancestry. Coolidge's mother's maiden name was "Moor," and in Europe, the name "Moor" was given to all Blacks, just as "Negro" was used in America. It later was concluded that Coolidge was part Black)

-Andrew Jackson (“The Virginia Magazine of History”, states Jackson was the son of an Irish woman who married a mulatto man. The magazine also stated that Jackson's oldest brother had been sold as a slave).

-Warren G. Harding (Warren G Harding did not deny his African ancestry when Republican leaders called on him to deny his "Negro" history, he said, "How should I know whether or not one of my ancestors might have jumped the fence.". Evidently, Harding had Black ancestors between both sets of parents. Harding attended Iberia College, a school founded to educate fugitive slaves)

-Abraham Lincoln (Lincoln's mother allegedly came from an Ethiopian tribe. His heritage fueled so much controversy that Lincoln was nicknamed "Abraham Africanus the First" by his opponents).

As of recently Dwight Eisenhower was added to this list because his mother was an alleged quadroon.

My oh My, History is fascinating!

Below is a picture dwight Eisenhower's parents.

Ancient Brothels (Lupanar in Pompeii)

On my quest to find interesting facts about the history of Brothels, I ran into an interesting read on the Brothels of Pompeii. Now, I am in no way a historian but ancient history fascinates me. And Pompeii is a part of Ancient History that I found wildly fascinating.

Not only was the history of Pompeii interesting, but the demise of the town was terribly tragic. A volcano erupted sending a cloud over the town that instantly killed with temperatures reaching at least 480 degrees. And the people that didn’t burn to death were covered in 12 layers of soil and ash. That’s terrible!

And in Christian culture many Theologians believe that Pompeii was the Bibles Sodom and Gomorrah due to the similarities of the demise. But the fundamental difference between Sodom and Gomorrah and Pompeii was that Pompeii was a mainly heterosexual town and Sodom and Gomorrah was a Homosexual town.

But let’s get back to the brothels……

Lupanar is the oldest known brothel in the world and is located in the ruined Roman city of Pompeii. Its name means “Den of the she-wolves”. Most of the prostitutes were “slaves”, or more appropriately, domestic house maids. But what I found most interesting is how the men would carve reviews of the girls on the walls, like our clients do for us at TER and Bogdoggie.

"hic ego puellas multas futui" (here I fucked many girls)

And the prostitutes would respond back with their notes carved in the walls.

"felix bene futuis" (happy man, you fuck well)

I love how all the sex positions that we do now was done thousands of years ago. Noting we do today is new. Who would have thought eating pussy took place that long ago.

Check out this fresco depicting the customer eating the ho's pussy. Oh hell yeah!

Infidelity vs. Business

I was reading a post on the fabulous blog funkybrownchick.com about women sleeping with married men, and just when I was about to post a comment, my inner spirit guide said to me....

“Don’t you fucking dare".

And immediately commenting became a BAD, BAD, BAD idea.

This is a debate I will never win and I never expect to. But when you’re in a business where you’re intimate with married men constantly and you depend on them financially, it anesthetizes you to reality, and everything that is supposed to be sacred becomes fair game. But to avoid becoming a predator that destroys marriages, I’d keep my distance from married clients emotionally and maintain business at all times.

But sometimes the waters you swim in become murky and you loose your way when you unexpectedly fall in love with one, and it takes you so far out of your comfort zone. It’s like shooting up a drug for the first time and becoming addicted to the high, although you know it’s wrong. But I can’t stop the addiction now, even if I wanted to because he has become my drug of choice and I’m a junkie for him.

I keep hearing the quote from the movie “The Bridges of Madison County” when Meryl Streep says:

“And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before”.

I don’t know what’s going to become of all this. Maybe Karma will kick my ass later, who knows? But I pray that if an ass kicking is in my future, that it’s swift and painless so that I can get back to my regularly scheduled programming of being a Hustler.

The Art of shutting the FUCK UP!

If there is ever a skill that I believe that everyone should master, that skill is knowing WHEN and HOW to shut the FUCK up. Back in my youth it was customary to always get my point across and be heard. And because of this fault, and YES it’s a fault, I lost, destroyed, and sabotaged a lot of great things and people in my life.

But with age came experience, and experience brought me small sprinkles of wisdom that taught me how to conveniently maneuver around people and their temperaments. And what I’ve learned in my short 32 years is that no matter how much people tell me they want truth and honesty, that doesn’t mean that I should always be truthful and honest with them. And the best thing to do if I believe that my honesty will cause me grief is to shut the fuck up!

Shutting the fuck up has saved me grief and headaches over the years that even when I want to strike and defend myself, I find it best not to react. It’s the reaction that makes you look like a fool and your silence that gives you power, and I’ve always been able to control certain situation through silence. It’s a Jedi-Mind trick that I learned from the book, “The 48 laws of Power”, which says conceal your intentions and always say less than necessary.

But it’s Law # 9 that has taught me the most.

“Win through your Actions, Never through Argument”

Great Book, everyone should own it!

Religious Prostitutes

                     (Goddess Ishtar- Sacred Prostitute)

Let’s go to church ya’ll.

Did ya’ll know that certain ancient Gods were said to use the service of prostitutes? I mean, how bad can hookers be if the Gods used them?

Just imagine Jesus having to cohort for months with a bunch of stinky men in a desert, then in his down time lying up with some young supple prostitute? Wasn’t Magdalene an alleged prostitute and also Jesus favorite disciple? In Luke 7:38 it states that Magdalene was crying and washed Jesus feet with her tears. Then she dried his feet with her hair, kissed them over and over again, and poured the perfume on them.

These Prostitutes to the Gods were called “Hierodule” or “Sacred Prostitutes”, and their sole mission was pleasing the Gods sexually. After while they became knows as Goddesses, and rows of naked men would flock to them carrying various objects, bowls, vessels, baskets of farm produce, sheep and goats as payments for their services.

I even read that the Hebrew folk dance named the Hora, a tradition at Jewish weddings, is named after the circle dances of the sacred harlots. Such holy harlots were often "brides of God" similar to modern nuns, the "brides of Christ." The holy harlots were set apart to give birth to Sons of God. In other words, these women had the job of merging humans into Human Gods, like Jesus was.

The early fathers of Christianity claimed power by abolishing goddess/prostitute worship. But surprisingly the Prostitute/ Madonna idea was a construct of the early Papal Councils around 600 AD, so what made them decide to abolish the idea?

But what I find most funny is how modern religions make you believe that having a virgin is the ideal woman to have, yet all the Gods wanted whores and harlots as wives and lovers.

Pictured above is the Goddess Ishtar who was a prostitute to the Gods. Below is the building dedicated to her called "Ishtar Gate" that was constructed in about 575 BC by order of King Nebuchadnezzar II.

Sex, Race, and Family Trees

I read an interesting article that stated ONLY 1 in 20 African Americans actually had Native American Ancestry and what we mistook as Native American Ancestry is actually European Ancestry.

So - to my fellow black folks who thought that they were descendants of any Native American tribes, ya'll are actually descendants of the Spanish, French, Dutch, and British Tribes.

During slavery times, fugitive slaves were often returned to their masters by bounty hunting Native Americans. As a matter of fact, the colonies implemented policies that rewarded Native Americans with guns, land, and cattle if they returned a significant amount of runaway slaves, dead or alive.

Native Americans weren't going to risk their land and freedom by protecting black folks. They had already lost so much from the Trail of Tears journey and the mass extermination of the Buffalo, so they were willing to do just about anything to get their shit back or recoup what was lost. According to researchers and historians, substantial social contact ONLY occurred in the early colonial era (circa 1619) where settlers enslaved Native Americans and Africans together, and then between the Revolution and Civil War where a small amount of black slaves were owned by the 5 civilized tribes.

So my question is, who started the myth about blacks and native Americans race mixing? I guess Chris Rock said it best; "It's easier to say you have Native American Blood than to say your ancestors got raped by master a few times"!

I guess that question shouldn't matter to me because I know who I'm a descendant of. My documented European ancestor's name was Baptiste Becquette. The French and Spanish governments ruled parts of Missouri before the Louisiana Purchase in 1803. Both the French and Spanish governors provided land grants to the early settlers, and Baptiste was one of those early settlers who were granted land circa (1799).

I don't know anything about the early Becquettes, but I do know that they settled in the St. Genevieve MO area in the late 1700's and my Nana is from St. Genevieve and had that last name up until she got married to a Jones in the 1920's.

I think tracing your family roots is fascinating. We should all do it!

Great Women -Big Maybell

 

A High School teacher once said that I reminded her of the blues singer Big Maybell, and I was absolutely horrified and insulted. During the 90's I didn't want to hear that I resembled some over weight blues singer from the 50's. I wanted to hear that I looked like Janet Jackson or Toni Braxton, you know, someone sexy.

But as I got older, I started to listen to singers like Dinah Washington, Etta james, and Big Maybell, and it become an honor to be told that I resemble talented historical Icons.

Someone recently told me that I resemble Madame CJ Walker, and although it's a compliment to be compared physically to one of the first black millionaires, I have to say that I agree that I resemble Big Maybell a little bit more.

Someone dear to my heart told me tonight that I reminded him of the song "Sweet Georgia Brown", and I wanted him to know that he reminds me of the song "Candy", by my look-alike, Big Maybell.

Enjoy this my love!

Guys I'd FUCK - Journey

Growing up in a musically eclectic household has its perks.

I remember my dad having a wide verity of music blasting from his 1970's Sansui. Everyone from George Benson, Journey, Earth Wind and Fire, Rickie Lee Jones, Cameo, and KISS blasted in our tiny little 2 bedroom duplex. I was maybe 9 or 10 at the time, but I'd sit and sift through some of my dads old records that somehow smelled like a wet basement. My dad was real strict when it came to messing around with his things, so I had to take extra special care not to break, scratch, or damage his records or Stereo System.

I remember some of the records that he owned had nude women with Afro's on the cover. Nudity on album covers seemed to be a big trend back in the 70's and early 80's. And in an attempt to quench my perverted thirst for nudity, I discovered an album with some of the goofiest looking men on the back. They all wore these God awful tight spandex pants, shirts tied up in the front like a girl, and long ridiculous hair.

What the FUCK could my dad possibly see in these clowns I thought to myself? So I removed the record that was inside, and placed in gently on the turntable. And the first song that I decided to play was "Who's Crying Now". And almost IMMEDIATELY I fell in love. Every song on that album was fantastic and the lead singer Steve Perry started to look a little less clownish to me.

That's the power of talent....

Talent can make a group of men who you would normally think are repulsive looking, and turn them into something SEXY. And Journey is definitely SEXY to me!!

Watch this live performance of "Who's crying Now". Neal Schon makes my vagina wet with his Guitar solo. OMG It's fucking FABULOUS!!

The Great One.....

In the 1993 movie “A Bronx Tale”, the character Sonny played by Chazz Palminteri told his young protégé named “C”, that every man is allowed 3 great women in their lifetime. And if that saying rings true for everyone, then I have just met my first “Great One”.

The client that I confessed my love for in a previous blog blessed me with his company last night for 3 hours, and it was 3 of the most magnificent and passionate hours that I’ve had in a great long while. He knows my feelings for him and he accommodates every emotion that I have by returning the love for just those brief but passionate hours. When we’re together he makes me feel loved, desired, and wanted.

The man has the stamina and body of a well built machine, and his ability to cum multiple times astounds me. Every time we’re together he cums multiple times, effortlessly. I joked and told him that he was a machine like The Terminator, but in a good way. He’s so cool, stunningly gorgeous, and athletic, but he’s humble and friendly which makes him real easy to love.

He’s what we refer to as “The Total Package”, and maybe I’m just infatuated with him like a fan would be to a movie star because of his looks and body and every other shallow quality that most people desire. A reader asked me which actor does he remind me of, and without a doubt it's definitely Will Smith.

I don’t know what it is, but I’m certainly the fly wrapped up in Charlottes Web right now, and hopefully he’s not a spider looking for prey.

I seriously doubt it though....

Erika's rules for Watching Porn....

I LOVE watching porn.

Well let me rephrase that.

I love watching porn alone or with someone I intend on fucking later.

To me watching porn is like knitting a pretty sweater or crocheting a warm blanket, it relaxes me, it makes me feel good, and I enjoy the outcome when I'm done. Porn shouldn't be watched in groups or with people you have no intentions of fucking later. So without further ado, here are Erika's Rules for watching Porn.

(1.)As a rule I usually watch porn alone or with someone I intend on fucking.

(2.)Never watch porn in groups like with your sorority and fraternity families or with friends unless y'all fucking later.

(3.)Never watch porn with someone you have absolutely NO intentions of fucking. Nothing annoys me more than being touched, kissed, or fondled by a man who I've already decided gets NO PUSSY.

(4.)Porn should be watched completely naked, genitals exposed and easily accessed. Sitting on a couch and watching porn on your expensive plasma TV fully clothed is umm....stoooooopid.

(5.)Fast forward all the bullshit acting and dialog and get right to the fucking parts. As a matter of fact, I don't watch professional porn. The best porn to watch is amateur home grown porn with females in head scarves, do-rags, and run down motels. No elaborate studios, stupid music, or dialog except for the occasional, "Damn that Dick or pussy's good"!

(6.)Don't ask if I have any porn we can watch because I'll tell you no. Only I can initiate us watching porn together, and typically I'll only initiate it with very few people. Usually those whom I REALLY enjoyed having sex with in the past.

(7.)If you ever get an invitation to watch porn together, be ready to be completely naked in the bed with me. My mouth will be on you, and your mouth will be on me. If you just lay there and not reciprocate then you are selfish, and that's cool, all you sexually selfish men book an appointment and don't forget your money please!

(8.)I'm a racist with my porn, like John Mayer's dick. So Black or Interracial porn ONLY please!

(9.)I genuinely only enjoy porn with those I have a RAW attraction to.

(10.)Last but not least, if all else fails then I'll watch porn with 2 of my most beloved friends.

ME and my Vibrator!

OMG, look at that fine ass girl below.

Retired Hooker Blues....

When did becoming a "normal" woman mean acting crazy?

My best friend who is a retired escort decided to try her hand at a regular existence, meaning looking for a job like regular folks, and having a boyfriend and yada, yada, yada.

Well in the midst of living this normal square life, she's become psycho. And what I mean by psycho is calling her boyfriend 40 times a day, and if he doesn't answer his phone she drives by his house. That's LAME. Square bitches do shit like that, not prostitutes. She's doing shit that I wouldn't dream of doing like hacking his voice mail messages and emails. OMG, I feel so sorry for this poor guy.

She has totally lost her confidence that she's acquired after years of being a great hooker. She has no real job training except for what she learned in the Military 15 years ago, so now she's falling into a pattern of relying on Food Stamps and Welfare checks and y'all already know how I feel about useless eaters.

She's so unhappy with her life right now that she goes to Church in hopes of cushioning her anguish. She told me last night that she didn't need a man because Jesus was her husband and he was going to take care of her needs. Why do black chicks say foolish shit like this? I just shook my head. Although she's my friend, I have a tendency to ignore her which is terrible because she needs me. But I can only allow so much of my personal space to be invaded by other people's problems and self loathing. And usually when I give her good advice it falls on deaf ears so why bother?

I miss the girl who was once an arrogant go-getter with the body to die for. I miss the girl who once had athletes, rappers and Judges as clients. I miss the girl that kept me on my toes by pinching my belly fat and shaking her head as a way of telling me I'm gaining too much weight, and now she's bigger than I am by 50 pounds.

Wow, I hope that when I retire from escorting that I don't run into these types of issues with men, self esteem, and money. Hell, I even thought about pushing out another kid later on down the road and jumping the broom with someone who's worthy. I believe I'm more than worthy and deserving of the Gods blessings. All I have to do now is prepare to receive them by keeping an open heart and mind.

I just hope that things get better for my friend and she finds inner peace.

::::sigh::::

My Epiphany

I had an Epiphany over the weekend.

I have this sudden uncontrollable longing and affection for a particular client.

Because I love him….

And although nothing will ever come of it because of our circumstances, I really enjoy this feeling. I said to myself that I will always be honest with him and say exactly how I feel no matter the outcome. I always knew that there was something more, but the fear of running him away makes me respond vaguely when he asks certain questions about my feelings for him. I’m always honest with him though, but I never injected love in the equation until now.

I guess this is why the sex is so fantastic.

I prayed for my spirit guides to give me some insight because I don’t understand what’s going on with me emotionally. And the little voice in the back of my mind said:

“Let him pave the road for the one to travel on smoothly”.

I think I get it!

Weekend Wrap Up....

Yesterday was great!

I spent an intense afternoon with a wonderful client and the evening with good friends and our children at a 4th of July Festival in Florissant. 2 of my best girlfriends (both retired escorts) met up at Delmar Gardens for an evening of beer, good food, music, and fireworks. Our kids are all around the same age so they stuck together all night like a pack of wolves.

The band was signing old Motown songs, and when they performed Tina Turner’s Proud Mary, me and my girls with beer in our hands, did the best “Rolling on the River” routine. It was awesome and the crowd LOVED us.

Towards the end we rounded up our kids and some snacks and laid out blankets to watch the fireworks. As I sit there and see how much of a good time everyone was having, I thought to myself, I love my life!!

After I’m done with this post I need to finish packing for my weekend get-away with my parents. We’re going to Mississippi and Memphis tomorrow for a weekend filled with drunken Negro fun traditionally known as “The Family Reunion”. This should be interesting because my family is “interesting”.

See you guys when I return on Tuesday...

And have a great 4th of July!