Same.
Shout out to any client who has a good heart, appreciates what we do for them and respect our boundaries. I'm really grateful for my clientele at the moment.
Random thoughts: What’s on your mind lately? Part 2
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Shout out to any client who has a good heart, appreciates what we do for them and respect our boundaries. I'm really grateful for my clientele at the moment.
Considering selling a kidney to afford to go to Five Guys tonight
Still have it stuck in my head. Send helpnow I'll have that song stuck in my head for the rest of the day
My quick fix to a song I don't want stuck in my head, is to remind myself of the song " Stuck in your head " by I Prevail. But not sure that will be helpful if it isn't your kind of music.
Unfortunately I have to introduce the "great" band Pearl Jam to you ...
It's gonna be a very hot day! Stay hydrated whatever you doing!
I will be following both of your advice. No panties and a lot of water
So hot!
For today, no panties no sock and only a white t-shirt is allowed!
I want a photo!
Yes sure. Text my paid phone number and I’ll send it
I still don’t understand how fucking women is considered a hobby by some of you
Why having sex cannot be considered a hobby?
Getting hung up over a word is ridiculous “ Hobby “ . It doesn’t define the person at all it is just a word.
I don’t consider seeing an SP a hobby, golf is. for me it is a pleasure to see the ladies I see who are friends and have made my life much better every time I see them and there are other ladies I would never go near under any circumstances.
Simple rule is to treat everyone the way you would like to be treated by them.
There are good and bad people of every colour and race.
There are many people of my own ethnic background that I would never associate with and there are many that are close friends.
I don’t consider seeing an SP a hobby, golf is. for me it is a pleasure to see the ladies I see who are friends and have made my life much better every time I see them and there are other ladies I would never go near under any circumstances.
Simple rule is to treat everyone the way you would like to be treated by them.
There are good and bad people of every colour and race.
There are many people of my own ethnic background that I would never associate with and there are many that are close friends.
Difficult hobbyists are what we call slobbyists.
They are not true hobbyists
They are not true hobbyists
I'm sorry that happened. I smiled at your references hehe but yeah, that sucks. I think these clients are not looking out for other guys either. I can see how a malicious client would give false information to a guy who's new, which is why I advise new clients to ask questions to honest providers. That's why @LC18 has threads here too.
Sexuality and violence are intertwined for a lot of people. I had a pretty traumatic and violent childhood that led me to believe that I was unlovable and left me with physical scars, chronic pains, and habitual anxieties. I learned erroneously that showing my feelings and being honest were extremely dangerous. I experienced rejection over and over from family, friends, lovers, jobs, etc .
Before long the sense of shame and resentment became unbearable and I turned to sex workers to explore my sexuality in a safe place. Unfortunately, I also felt shame about this. I had no one to talk about it. I believed I was a lesser person because I could not get a "real girl" or "play the game" or whatever other ways people disparage each other. Perhaps this idea of hobbying is a way of projecting shame onto the women. Who would want to admit that the only real sexual pleasure one has ever found have been towards someone whom they paid to fake orgasms with them for an hour and who forgot them soon after and, in some cases, would write things like "here to look pretty and rob men" on their instagram pages?
Some have called me an incell a few times. I don't identify myself as a victim. The complexities of life are beyond this. I've learned a great deal from my experiences and shame. I've learned that I was inevitably the one instigating, accepting, and identifying with the shame. I feel less of a drive to see sex workers now. I'm more interested in real loving relationships and caring friendships. There are times when I doubt whether I'm too ruined to find love, but I turn to feeling the life in my body instead of dwelling on these thoughts. I do truly appreciate the experiences I've had. I wish I could thank every sex worker I've ever met personally. I haven't always been a perfect client. I've not been a great tipper and there was a time when I was a bit of a time waster sometimes. I'm sorry. I also sought fantasies and used women as objects at times. However, I felt lucky to see moments of authenticity in myself and, perhaps, in the sex workers I've seen more often than one might imagine. Sex workers are often rare and exceptionally strong people. Of course there have been plenty of unpleasant experiences as well where I got ripped off. We all have bad days and various forms of desperation. Such is life.
We all need to be seen and heard and to exist as we are. To me this was never a hobby. I can't say I understand those who consider it as such, but they would probably not understand my reasonings. Perhaps it's best to not call this hobbying or anything in particular. Maybe "sensual-erotic training" is better. But the map is never the territory, no matter how convincing the data might suggest.
Thanks for reading this. Cheers. And let's be kind to one another. We're all in it together.
Before long the sense of shame and resentment became unbearable and I turned to sex workers to explore my sexuality in a safe place. Unfortunately, I also felt shame about this. I had no one to talk about it. I believed I was a lesser person because I could not get a "real girl" or "play the game" or whatever other ways people disparage each other. Perhaps this idea of hobbying is a way of projecting shame onto the women. Who would want to admit that the only real sexual pleasure one has ever found have been towards someone whom they paid to fake orgasms with them for an hour and who forgot them soon after and, in some cases, would write things like "here to look pretty and rob men" on their instagram pages?
Some have called me an incell a few times. I don't identify myself as a victim. The complexities of life are beyond this. I've learned a great deal from my experiences and shame. I've learned that I was inevitably the one instigating, accepting, and identifying with the shame. I feel less of a drive to see sex workers now. I'm more interested in real loving relationships and caring friendships. There are times when I doubt whether I'm too ruined to find love, but I turn to feeling the life in my body instead of dwelling on these thoughts. I do truly appreciate the experiences I've had. I wish I could thank every sex worker I've ever met personally. I haven't always been a perfect client. I've not been a great tipper and there was a time when I was a bit of a time waster sometimes. I'm sorry. I also sought fantasies and used women as objects at times. However, I felt lucky to see moments of authenticity in myself and, perhaps, in the sex workers I've seen more often than one might imagine. Sex workers are often rare and exceptionally strong people. Of course there have been plenty of unpleasant experiences as well where I got ripped off. We all have bad days and various forms of desperation. Such is life.
We all need to be seen and heard and to exist as we are. To me this was never a hobby. I can't say I understand those who consider it as such, but they would probably not understand my reasonings. Perhaps it's best to not call this hobbying or anything in particular. Maybe "sensual-erotic training" is better. But the map is never the territory, no matter how convincing the data might suggest.
Thanks for reading this. Cheers. And let's be kind to one another. We're all in it together.
That is quite a share, but so eloquently worded. We all have our pasts, but it is the growth, and learning to accept ourselves that can be the hardest part, but ever so rewarding.
Everyone is deserving of love. And I believe there is so many people in the world with so many different things, there is likely someone. Being open to accept it and trying to believe it is real can be a challenge, especially when coming from believing who you are isn't someone worth anyone loving. (Self reflection, not projection).
There is no way of knowing if anybody is trustworthy anyway. As a SP you do whatever is possible to make you confortable, if it gets you anxious to the point of making you sick, it does not worth it.
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