Heat-wave in Montreal!

Staying cool in my much quieter air conditioned room for escorting, I realize just how much of my life is spent in the bedroom. I guess it all started as a kid, horny as hell, anxiously awaiting the time I would have a serious sexual relationship with a man. Well, that time has come, and I don't regret my childhood being over.

On the contrary, I wished I was an adult back then, just because sex would be allowed. Turning an obsession to profession was always in the back of my mind.

A question that pops up is, how is sex taught to children? Sex education in schools (for me) is pretty lame. There are so many restrictions because they have non-specialists talking about an uncomfortable subject. If only society would be more open to accepting my profession and to use us to educated the next generation. Perhaps then we can reduce the number of sexual hangups, confusion and unwanted pregnancies, and screen for homosexuals so we wouldn't grow up feeling alone in our own world.

Living in my bedroom brings back memories, who knew that it will eventually become my office? At least there is more room to breathe than a closet! 

As a matter of fact, in a mood to record my memories on a mindmapping program, I found a consistent pattern in my life: happiness through physical pleasure and pain.