I have recently been visited by a client, and the visit had a very good twist: we had something sweet outside before having something sweet at home. He picked me up at my place, then we had dessert around the corner. He wanted to take the time to know me (other than what I write in my blog), and for me to know him. Although I don't mind having the usual session of sex right away, sitting down to talk, especially having dessert (my favorite!) before, is such a treat. I enjoyed this change of pace very much. I don't think this happens very often because many people do not wish to be seen in public with a known prostitute, but a few don't mind (mostly tourists than local clients).
As an escort I have met so many people that I would like to be friends with, just because they are so respectful, intelligent and nice. I wish society would not look down on both escorts and clients. We are all real people, having a good time. What is so wrong about that?
As the day approaches for my family visit to Winnipeg, the back of my thoughts are filled with concealing my job and my life from my extended family, because that is what my family has asked me to do. They even have prepared a story for me to tell, to get our stories straight. As open as I am with everyone who doesn't know me, the people I do know tie me in a web of lies made of lace. Their intentions are good towards me, but how can I not feel like it is something personal? They are not proud of what I do, not the way I am.
But this is the least of my worries, and even less so now that I have communicated it to the world. I know deep inside that I am doing something good for others and for myself, and that is what matters to me the most.
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