It's gonna be a very hot day! Stay hydrated whatever you doing!
It's gonna be a very hot day! Stay hydrated whatever you doing!
So hot!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!
Just like Winnie the poohYes sure. Text my paid phone number and I’ll send it
I honestly don't like nor use that expression. Let’s be creative.Earlier today I wanted to revive your thread about ''why merb has a bad reputation among escorts'' and I chickened out. I think there should be more mature and respectful conversations about attitudes & behaviours hobbyists have that are really not good for providers, and bad for other clients
Why having sex cannot be considered a hobby?I still don’t understand how fucking women is considered a hobby by some of you
In this industry, it is difficult to gauge...But how do you know how difficult other hobbyists you encounter online truly are?
Those are indeed slobbyists, once you identify the red flags, you share the most with fellow providers, so they can avoid those slobbyists. Hopefully, they can share infos with you as well about other slobbyists.But take a look at the review section and I know you have. You'll see guys shitting all over a girl because she got her period during an encounter, someone rating a provider's body 0 on 10.. a bunch of people trying to guess someone's age in the most horrible way possible, graphic details, almost sharing someone's home address, accusations that someone is high, etc.
Some members of this board have asked me for BB, carrot dangled bookings, tried to low ball, asked to do drugs with me, pressured for greek and PSE, and so on. You don't see this because it's happening in DM's or over text.. How can you identify who you interact with who's a ''slobbyist'' vs a hobbyist?
There is no way to know really.Personally I find it pretty easy to identify the red flags, I'm more talking about for you as a client, how can you tell that someone is a honest lover of escorts and someone who is a slobbyist.. because it makes a difference in who you can trust for info. We know clients DM each other and there are probably a lot of lies and rumors that naive guys believe, from malicious clients.. Or personal details that should remain private are shared, and it's dangerous.
Same thing with reviews. How do you know who you can trust? You saw how for instance some guy completely made up a story about me saying my professional photos are unedited. (what I actually told him is that my photographer didn't hide my tattoos and i wanted clients to know i had them) This is nothing compared to some horrible shit I see all the time in the review section.. Some clients have ''notoriety'' because they have been around for a while and post a lot of reviews, but there's no way of knowing if they are really trustworthy.
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.There is no way to know really.
Usually, i go with people who have the same taste as mine.
And yes, there are malicious clients, someone totally stabbed me in the back, and he created bad rumours about me, i thought the dude was a decent guy, i was very naive to think so, but i found the hard way he wasn't, hmm the dark thoughts that came to my mind once i figured out who it was, all of sudden , i had a very short fuse. Let's just say for a moment I wanted to become Tommy Devito from Goodfellas Or Alejandro Gillick from Sicario.
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.
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.there's no way of knowing if they are really trustworthy
I don't think it's a hobby, just a way some guys look at it to explain it to themselves.I still don’t understand how fucking women is considered a hobby by some of you
I'm not here to "look pretty and rob men".. I am actually really glad that seeing sex workers has been healing for you and that's what we're here for.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.
I don't feel anxious about seeing clients anymore, most of my clients are really sweet and respectfulThere 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.