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For the years from the time that I started this blog, I branded myself for many years as the “Urban Geisha,” an “Educated Whore Revolutionary.” I knew even then, that I was nothing near a “real geisha” but I was fascinated with the idea that part of the geishas art, aside from enticing men was to learn instruments, dances and traditional arts, including the art of conversation. I prided myself at being the Urban artist of conversation because in honest reflection, I was never really that great at sexual acts during my escort years. Unless of course, I was attracted to the client or sometimes a client would surprise me with his abilities which didn’t match my usual “type.” This is what I liked about prostitution. It allowed me to experience people I wouldn’t usually allow in and, they had a 50/50 chance of doing me right despite the attraction factor. The majority of time, I was really being the “2pac of prostitution (activist/musician)” character and many of my clients were urban homies, non violent criminals, drug users and other exiles of society, like I was. We would do a bunch of lines until the sunrise and I would entertain them with my art of conversation while making money. Sex was maybe 25% of the SEX work that I did. Drug users were my favorites because of the fact that sex wasn’t so much a big part of it but keeping their lonely heart company while playing a facade was. And this was my definition of urban geisha. The other part that made me adopt the geisha moniker was because I was of Japanese heritage and I had the PASS TO CLAIM rights to my ancestry in America that the political activist community fights so hard to own and protect according to whichever heritage you can say you are part of. I HAD THIS PASS AND KIMONO CLAD KATIE PERRY DIDN’T as far as I was concerned. But, I was no different than any other displaced descendant of a home country than the Black African American who tries to remember Africa by wearing an emblem around his neck and changing his name to something more African. The reasons we do this in racist America are evident but often our efforts fall short of accuracy. I actually wasn’t any different than a disrespectfully appropriating Katy Perry who was just taking something she thought was exotic (and geisha are indeed RARE and Mysterious, even to Japanese today) and beautiful and creating a show around it for your pop culture entertainment and for you to be attracted to. But when white American people do it on stage though…!!
Now that I’ve spent some time in Japan, in actual observance and research of the true Japan and its culture I can see that many foreigners wear kimonos and the Japanese people are renting them to them for profit, but also to SHARE their culture correctly. Most Japanese would probabaly be happy and proud that Katy Perry were wearing kimono on a big U.S award show, except maybe for the fact that she is mixing a Chinese brocade neckline and high cut waist of a cheongsam with a Japanese kimono in her outfit. Hey, shes mixing BOTH OF MY ETHNICITIES! I should steal that dress from her! Did Katy wear white face and try to imitate a geisha, or is that what the media called it (because all kimono clad women are geisha apparently)? She was actually just a white foreigner appropriating Asian fashions and aesthetic, something that can be super controversial and oversimplified on both sides of racist America. Tourists rent kimono 100s if not 500 times on a good busy day throughout Japan as part of their sightseeing activities. Most of the kimono clad tourists in Japan these days are not even white folks, they are Chinese from China or Taiwan, but the point being that Japanese are happy to share and teach their kimono NOT their geisha customs. There are dressers in tourist shops who help foreigners put kimono on and they style all the accessories so the foreigner doesn’t fuck it up. It’s not a cheap Halloween costume by any means, and its usually very authentic. It is meant to be completely respectful sharing for tourists of Japan, as well as a profitable business to be in.
GEISHA ARE NOT PROSTITUTES and this was the biggest mistake I and other foreigners (mostly men who wish they were) make. They might get together with one wealthy client who becomes her sponsor/partner but mostly they are true entertainers, who are definitely erotic objects of desire but whose austerity around sexual partners makes her that much MORE attractive to seekers. An Urban geisha might be similar to a true burlesque entertainer who could climb a 50 foot pole and do gymnastics tricks to entertain in a g string and feather costume but who also never really had sex with those they entertain. Certainly that was NOT what I was trying to do. i was turning TRICKS. Having quick and dirty sex for profit and I saw my HUSTLING (business street and survival savvy) also as part of MY ART. The other part of my art came into play through writing my blog, speaking my activist truth, performing songs from the Whore Revolution. THAT WAS ALL MY GEISHA-NESS, as I saw it then. I only recently learned about the OIRAN, the kimono white faced entertainers that resembled the geisha in many ways except they were FLASHIER and THEY HAD SEX! Now THAT was more MARIKO PASSION for certainly. To my pleasant surprise, the Oiran traditional shoes were 8” platforms that required a male assistant to walk, which I would often recruit a random “escort” to help me not eat shit in heels on concrete. I regularly performed in 6” platforms in those days and I even had some “taka geta” (tall wooden slippers) of my own that I just threw away before I came to Japan but had owned since I was in my 20s before I even knew about Oiran (unconscious cultural memory!). In Japan, there are regular parades celebrating the Oiran Dochu and Edo period costumes without shame around the association with prostitution because many of the Oiran and Geisha at the time were sold by poverty stricken parents who had no choice for survival. The sad truth behind these parades is that they do not reference the truth of the women who lived these lives of sexual slavery, yes I really called it that.
The Oiran lived in a gated area, and they were not allowed to leave except to view cherry blossoms once a year. The photos that I’ve seen show them behind wooden bars over the windows. Many of them died of venereal diseases and were wrapped in straw and dumped in unmarked graves at the Buddhist temple Jokan Ji. Jokanji temple has the spirits of 25,000 Edo era sex workers buried there. i have plans to visit and report on it in a future blog. The Japanese government is known for the war crime of making Korean women into sex slaves for the Japanese soldiers, but what is also not said alongside the comfort women stories is that Karayuki San were the Japanese women who were indentured sex workers that were sent to other countries to service Japanese soldiers and other races of men overseas. I believe that karayuki san were also used for a short time to serve U.S military soldiers during their occupation in government sanctioned brothels as well. Many feminists in Korea and the U.S demanded the Japanese government apologize to the Korean comfort women, which occurred just in January of this year, 2016 but really, the Japanese should have to apologize and give reparations to the Karyukisans as well, but that would probably never happen as it was hard enough to get the apology and reparations to the Korean women. The government did actually put an end to the pleasure quarters of the Edo era, probably much in the same way that the sexual woodblock Ukiyoe prints became outlawed and banned so did the Oiran houses. The mizu shobai, or sex industry of course never died in Japan, it just changed form.
But there is ALWAYS MUCH BEAUTY in the darkness, darkness and light, yin and yang, just like in African slavery there were rich cultural traditions that survived and remained as a result of the struggle, oppression and captivity. If you are not allowed to leave an area and can’t choose the amount or safety of your clients or you will be punished with death or a beat down, you are or were a sexual slave.
I did an Oiran portrait at a Kyoto amusement park and I was excited and am excited still about looking into getting involved in participating in the parades in April 2017 but in reading more about the truth of the lives of the women and girls I wanted to ALSO be sure not to gloss over the facts, the way the Japanese government and many people who are fans of Oiran Dochu do so often. Having lived the beautiful struggle of a FREE and INDEPENDENT URBAN OIRAN for years, you can see just by scrolling through my escort entries that my life was no parade, but it wasnt slavery, and I suffered and struggled through some of it but there was much JOY, TRIUMPHS, LESSONS AND PLEASURE TOO. Music, art, activism and community WERE the things that I loved in sex work, FUCK THE SEX. Perhaps this was also the attitude of the Oiran and they poured their PASSION and life force into their arts in spite of it all.
What used to be the Yoshiwara Dori of the Edo Era is now Soaplands (kinda like massage parlors but soapier and mostly only for Japanese clients not foreigners). the women are free sex workers NOT and I say this too, NOT SEX SLAVES. They freely come and go to work, have families, test themselves and have safe sex so they don’t have the same UNHAPPY ENDING as the OIRAN of Edo did.
I know I haven’t blogged on here at all this year. I am working on writing a BOOK actually. Well, not right now, but eventually! First off is focusing on my music and performance career which kicks off with a show at Highways in Santa Monica called “Whorrific Cabaret.” I have been working on my body and mind for the last 6 months and I am in a position to WIN. I meditate on success everyday. I’ve lost 12 lbs. I can do anything that I set my mind to. GO FIGHT WIN. $2500. That’s what I say while I am punching my partners hands doing sit ups in class. My singer/artist apex dreams will become a reality…please help support!
Check out this video and help me make my big thinking no limit WHORE REVOLUTIONARY dreams this summer. I have 24 days to raise money for my goal. Every element is about spreading sex worker activism through MUSIC. I am getting ready for a big show in Santa Monica with Madison Young and Nina Hartley on July 20th. Even after I have done activism in LA for the last 6 years, I still feel like the city barely knows what sex worker rights culture (and it is a culture everywhere else but here) IS. Help me change that! If you believe that that is worth $7 PLEASE DONATE! Click on the link below to get to the campaign page. Every donation HELPS! Thank you so much!
I hate when i get too busy to post. In the headquarters of the San Francisco sex worker fest. Pre show work mode madness. I have had to miss out 2 cool fun festival events so far. Last night was the opening party and St. James Infirmary benefit. Tonight was the roaming Hookerfest projecting movies in various locations in SF. I got to see old friend/activists who all congregate around Scarlot Harlot..
I feel like I am on some crazy scavenger hunt like reality show (Work for P Diddy?) where everything that can go wrong will go wrong and you are left to make the best of what you have to work with and very very little time to get it done. Somehow, the DVD I burned for the my theatre show, burned all alias files instead of original files so I had to get my neighbor to give my friend, who happened to be traveling to SF the morning after I arrived for a non sex worker festival reason. With my harddrives in her car, heading past Magic Mountain, one hour outside of LA…her 21 year old friend’s car…BREAKS DOWN! Because they were 21, they couldn’t rent a car so I had to scramble on craigslist to find a rideshare ride to pick up the hard drive. Someone who does regular trips up and down the coast agreed to do it for $75. This meant I would have my harddrive in my hands by evening time. It was probably going to be okay, but I still made the driver of my drives text me every 3 hours just to make sure they hadn’t crashed.
NO MORE BIG DISASTERS. I apparently survived judgment day. Too busy to put dry ice in my shoes but I thought it was a fun idea.
Overall, things during the week went smoothly. I came and did my first long theatre run of my solo show “Modern Day Asian Sex Slavery: the musical.” I felt like it was a big success. Well, let me qualify that, it was a big success to me. Not a white middle class privileged version of success. I didn’t have a line around the corner or 100s of people there. I didn’t sell out shows or make lots of money. I did work very little to bring in the 15-20 heads that showed up to pay $15-20 each night for the Sex Worker Film and Arts Festival and that was a success to me (more a success of the festival and Carol Leigh’s hard work). I saw LOTS of very important people in my life come out to support. I got a great editorial piece in the SF Weekly about it the night of the show. This was a huge success to me considering that even in sex worker savvy San Francisco, an Asian sex worker speaking directly about the perception of Asian sex work is still mostly absent in the media and mainstream communities. When Gavin Newsom orders raids on massage parlors, my Asian American SF State UC Berkeley City College sisters are actually nodding their heads in approval thinking that they are saving victims.
I had a political and artistic interpretation to communicate and I did that with a very targeted audience which was mostly empathetic to the cause. I’m positive that my show and working with me made an impact on two young interns at the CSC who happened to also be women of Asian descent, one just home from college to volunteer and learn! This definition of success is how I have always done my sex worker and artistic activism, because the mainstream definition has not always been an option for me and I have had to reshape it accordingly in order to keep having the motivation to believe that my work ALWAYS makes a difference in the lives of SOME people out there. It is how I motivate myself to continue to try. I don’t do it for the money or because it is a popular cause, that’s for sure.
This way of defining success comes from my time as a teacher with ‘at risk’ high school students. I had to find value in the short one on one, interpersonal relationships that I sometimes had with my students. There were many students that I would form a bond with and suddenly after 3 weeks or 2 months they would disappear. They may have dropped out, been shot, transferred to another school, kicked out, sent to juvenile detention, etc. Was your impact on this student successful? Yes. The social justice school of Education cohort that I was taught in would say yes. I still live in the neighborhood that I once taught in, and am now adult friends with several of my former students. To me, one of the marks of a good teacher is how much current and former students keep up with them outside of class. This is how I was mentored by the teachers models (professors) that I had. Social justice education/outreach is about interpersonal impact and often transient but significant teachable moments. White middle class education and success means getting a diploma and a “good” job.
I made this show a friendship test of sorts. This was a big artistic milestone in my life and my 35th birthday and you kind of needed to be there for this or say something about it, if we were really friends. I understand people are busy but it was a 4 day run and I at least expected a text message or Facebook message excuse. If I heard nothing, then I felt that the bond that I had with those that I had invited could not be that strong. I have been recently grappling with figuring out who my real friends and support network really were, since my asthma attack at Dinah Shore. I have been grappling with the meaning of Facebook friends and status updates, I have been arguing with the members of SWOP-LA. (which I recently cut all ties to).
I have begun taking St.Johns Wort (SJW) for “mood stabilizing” and it has really made extremely difficult and tense situations seem lucid and manageable. I am the newest victim to big Pharma because of the asthma medication that I need seems to think charging folks $180 for a months supply is fair. (considering millions of people need it in order to breathe, insurance does not cover it, and no generic version is available). I am resistant to being dependent on any prescription medications that are not herbal. My counselor suggested that I consider taking anti-depressant pharmaceuticals and I went as far as the intake appointment and paid $15 for it. It went nowhere because I was disqualified for being a counseling client elsewhere even though the place that I currently went had no psychiatric services available. Counselors and therapists are pseudo monogamous relationships. If you cheat on your mental health professional because you simply need more support, you need to keep it on the DL. The SJW caps I take most afternoons seem to be doing the trick. In the pits of my recent depression, I felt that not even cannabis was helping. I was willing to try new things, but hoped that I could try less harmful or expensive things first and they would work. SJW is supposed to inhibit the effectiveness of your other medications, particularly the ones that use your liver somehow. I noticed that my edibles did not fuck me up the way they used to! I noticed that my alcohol tolerance was MUCH higher. Mostly I noticed that the need to burst into tears or be apathetic or be overly self critical seemed to quiet down. The potency of the words of others and any criticism seemed to just glide past me, especially if I had already processed it to be false or unfounded.
Our minds and bodies are connected. My physical health is often determined by my mental health. My body cannot lie.
My kindergarten friend/prom date Jon did the spot light for me (he has stepped up to help with tech stuff at other musical productions of mine in high school too!) and my 9th grade boyfriend/FIRST sexual partner was there too! My sister and her partner came, my dad came out to TWO shows and lots other friends and fellow activists as well. A non English speaking Chinese man looking for a underground gambling hall also gave his $15 donation to see my show though he probably couldn’t understand it! The new Center for Sex and Culture space was a squatted in unleased building used for Chinese born Chinese gambling circuits complete w/ a piss trough and brothel rooms! He was like a relic from the Gold Rush days offering his support for my revitalized legacy!
Eventually the show is going to portray Madam Ah Toy, the legendary Gold Rush era madam, the first Chinese/American whore revolutionary. This guy kind of reminded me that San Francisco’s Chinese immigration history, including its history in “sex trafficking and slavery” includes the historical account of Madam Ah Toy, notorious and respected Chinese prostitute that somehow managed to have white privilege in ways that even other white women and even male Chinese (coolies) did not.
Do you want to know what my dreams are made of? Singing my heart out, changing lives, breaking barriers and busting myths…..
On January 27th is the first of TWO DREAMS that I am finally realizing in the beginning of this year of the RABBIT (which technically hasn’t quite started yet but man, my luck is ON)..
I have been working on being a professional cabaret singer for about 12 years since I graduated from college (undergrad). I thought I would be famous in my twenties, well, I kind of wasn’t famous, but NOTORIOUS. I sang my heart out as the asianprincess on my rocking horse all around San francisco and in my retirement show from the stripclub, I was the first and probably last singing country western karaoke stripper with a gorilla that they ever had at the club. The high point of my career was making the entire club do a STRIPCLUB WAVE! LOL
I haven’t rivaled that type of notoriety since coming to LA to be an artist and entertainer. Part of the reason is because I got sidetracked with a Masters Degree and starting a non profit and working endless 60 hour weeks in both positions for 4 of the 6 years that I’ve lived in LA.
But now, I”m ready! SWOP-LA and teaching FULL TIME are part of my past and I am ready to step out in a big big way with a live live jazz band in historical Chinatown which was the originally location of some of the first Chinese American jazz bands in California during the 60s!
The band that I put together is for the new monthly fundraiser bringing awareness and some operational revenue to the organization that I founded in 2006 and never had enough money to really run correctly. 5 years later we are trying to start up again, with a new director and all new members and a plan to make this fundraiser a fun and hip way to draw in supporters and not break our backs doing work and creating community at the expense of our own sanity and souls.
You can buy tickets NOW ONLINE and secure your VIP seat next to Nina Hartley eating greasy Chow Fun noodles during the show!
The second of my dreams being realized is my solo full length show “Modern Day Asian Sex Slavery: the musical” which I was in the midst of planning at the beginning of 2010, everything was going great in the new year again and I was kicking ass and feeling good and then some asshole decided he would fuck with me at a massage appointment I took at my house (a rare incall appointment) which flipped my priorities into fight or flight for a year and I concentrated on training to be a Krav Maga warrior and a true whore revolutionary armed now physically as well as mentally and spiritually.
February 8th I will debut the show at Long Beach State as part of the Sex Positive Week. I am a returning artist there, so I’m glad to be back, and I’m super glad to be supported by the clubs of LBSU and paid to perform work that I’ve been dying to get out of me. I have a NEW DIRECTOR for the show who is a brilliant solo performer in her own right named Saria Idana, and she is responsible for getting me to produce my brilliant PERFORMANCE LOG sliding out of my head after being constipated for over a year ! LOL
Well, it’s like an artistic constipation…exactly. Not like having a baby, like take a big shit after wanting to for a year. I found her on accident and it fell into place because the universe determined it well. I could not be any happier.
Mounting these two project simultaneously is crazy and overwhelming, but it’s the way that I work BEST. CRAZY BUSY or depressed about not being busy enough. Some people HATE this about working with me. I know it. What can I do. Most people learn how to control me and not hate me. Like other sex workers in the commnity who are creative and brilliant, I am also CRAZZZZY too. No exception, just different levels of functionality.
Singing for me is like making art. It is a core part of my happiness and life force. Watch the video and hope you can feel it just radiate out of my soul..I’ve been singing since i was a kid, not allowed to sing in the presence of my family and not supported as a singer by them for the most part which is why this dream has always been something I’ve been even more determined to do and stick with.
the fundraiser is coming together so nicely. Planning ahead and delegating is so cool! Nice work if you can get it…
March 3rd came and went in Los Angeles and the director that took over after me has just told me that she is stepping down from running SWOP-LA. It’s not a huge shocker. The organization had been in slow decline for 4 months prior to her telling me. On March 3rd I gave it the old SWOP-LA try for a second and spent a day and a half squawking around like a chicken on fire trying to plan some awareness event in LA for this date. And just like it felt when I was the director of SWOP-LA, I was the sole person who was breaking their necks for this cause that no one seemed to give a shit about in Los Angeles. I KNOW that that isn’t true, but on a community organization scale, I often feel like I have failed to build a sex worker community in any way, even after trying very hard for 3 years straight. I feel that I, as a sex worker had been accepted into certain communities but none of the members of the other spaces would ever be seen supporting anything that was solely for the sex worker rights movement. SWOP-LA was the organization that I founded, based on the dream that I could make sex workers rights have a presence in LA. But as the last March 3rd ended my desire to pour energy into a wide expanse of apathy like throwing a roll of toilet paper into the ocean…I remembered that I left TEACHING before I left directorship of SWOP-LA. I left TEACHING so that I could be a SINGER and a PERFORMANCE ARTIST. And then I got sidetracked into running SWOP-LA for 3 years. Performing on the side. But now, finally, for the first time since before I came to LA, I am an ARTIST again. I get to pour my time and energy (AND MONEY) into developing new creative work and furthering my career as a singer and as a performance and even visual artist. And THIS is what I use my Master’s Degree for. (Even though I used it in running a non profit as well). THIS IS WHY I DO SEX WORK. (to sing). (to be an artist). I used to use a lot of my income to run SWOP-LA, or to invest in my presence at conferences and travel and such. But now that I am without credit cards for the most part nowadays, I’m broke a lot. I have to take lots of risks. I could possibly live an easier life as a high school teacher (pending background check!!) Agency work is getting tiring. I have a 18 year old “bodyguard” now. I would call him my driver, but he doesn’t drive. Even the agency is slow. They’re telling me I owe them $750. I’m not going to pay them. They can sue me. I was giving them 67% of all the show fees, but apparently I didn’t account for the fact that if the show fee is below $250 they collect 80%, and on every first show there is $10 fee collected. (which makes your percentage NOT the unfair 67% it was to begin with, but almost 80%). I have no plans to pay them. I never agreed to those terms on paper so they don’t have shit. Plus I FIGHT FOR MY SEX WORKER RIGHTS. They don’t know this. I’m going to work until that money becomes the issue that will fire me. My boss acts like I’m the only one she can call, and business has been bad that I’m on call 7 days a week it seems. She doesn’t want to lose me.
I am not running a non profit. There is nowhere in Los Angeles for sex workers to find community. LA will not become like San Francisco anytime soon. I do not have the energy or desire to endure the mission alone. This is what I’ve become instead…I watch this video and know that I am doing the right thing…It also reminds me of how much I can accomplish when I am single. I am clearly evolving as an artist. This song was written and performed by me. I have practiced with a pianist 2 hours a week since the start of 2010 and it has helped me have the confidence to totally pull off something like this with grace. I sing a lot of Blues songs lately. It suits my voice. I did this song at a soul funk open mic poetry event called Indigo Lounge. The current president of the NAACP was there and she was a minister with her other church going friends were in the house. It was entirely fitting to sing the Billie Holiday song! I’m sure they were totally overwhelmed inside! The next poem I did was about EDUCATION and the one after that was about Asian families and relationships (Ms.wong)..
I look at this video and feel like I am finally going in the right direction…defriending all negative influences and unsupportive friends and lovers along the way…ONLY LOVE..my disposable income has all gone to piano rehearsals and Krav Maga training. Both of these have been the source of inspriation and happiness for me in times when I should be broken down and blue.
I’m not that good with advice. Because you don’t know..you just don’t know.
I wish I could be a successful independent escort without agency bullshit and make 100% of my profits. but i can’t. Wouldn’t I just love to do phone and webcam work without depending on Niteflirt to get traffic to my listing? Of course. I just need as much money for advertising as niteflirt or cityvibe or eros or any of the agencies that i work for spend, which could be up to $1000 A WEEK. Who woudn’t love to meet all the clients that I meet as an agency escort without having to deal with the bullshit. Wouldn’t you love to be part of an elite $4000/hr Emperor’s VIP or young Heidi Fleiss type of agency if you were part of one? I would. But the stakes are higher as we’ve seen with Deborah Jean Palfrey’s agency scandal.
Why don’t you just go “indy?”
I tried to be an independent escort investing thousands of advertising dollars in the yellow pages, internet websites, weeklies etc. I tried to be an escort agency myself (and only had the worst most undesirable women apply to work with me) and because I love all sex workers it was hard to be so shallow and even racist in order to make money. I’d rather have others do that for me and me be the more innocent pawn so I can use the “I’m just doin’ my job” defense.
I am NOT the girl in the picture. I am not the girl you talked to on the phone. I can play dumb lots of times, because I truly am kind of dumb to the details. It’s going to be at least $200 more than you thought you were paying and it might make you mad but i can’t care for you. It’s YOUR LOSS or MINE. and living on $20 in my wallet for who knows how long. One indy client at $300 an HOUR a week, means you are living on $300 a week. Not cute if you have rent and car payment and need to eat. Another thing that makes it easier for me to sleep at night, is that if it isn’t me taking your money, it’s gonna be the bitch behind me and I’d rather it be me of course. And, like I said, I’m nice, smart and I have sex. Not as bad as it could be for the average agency trick.
To make the phone ring off the hook, you used to be able to use Craigslist but since CL has become the favorite of police stings and sex worker predators or you need to spend at least $500/month on various advertising sources (which also isn’t police sting and predator free either)..
and then there’s the hobbyist reviews boards which i DESPISE. and coincidentally, they despise me too as made evident in a recent blog post that I wrote on one of these stupid white collar internet locker rooms. (What’s on your menu? Do you kiss? Anal sex? Can I review our sexcapades on the boards with everyone? Can I eat “dinner at the Y” meaning Can I go down on you?) I HATE most hobbyists. Their very essence is the core of my irritation with patriarchy and privilege. It takes ALL the power I love about sex work. I’m not a whore because i love sex and really want to submit to these motherfuckers. Most of the guys I am fucking, I wouldn’t be fucking if they weren’t paying. So trying to be nice, fake, shallow and dumb to uber male privileged dudes who I hate in order to drum up more business and ‘good reviews’ has never been my forte. I am a sex worker because i am trying to reclaim power in a sexist and patriarchal world and maybe you think from the post below that I am totally CRAZY. But I understand it. I have never fought back against men like I have as an agency escort. My recent relationship has also been a vicious verbal fighting one with power struggles as well…I know, you would look and listen to my relationship and say “I can do better.” but i’m single now and before that guy I was single for 9 years. Being alone can be better but finding a good relationship is not always the easiest advice to follow. It’s not something you can control all the time, even though you might want to . Although, I am a MAGNET for low achiever, fixer uppers, men and women with addictions, jail and prison records..I shouldn’t be a prison teacher because I’d end up engaged to one of the inmates in a week. Co-dependents can be the most romantic people, I swear!
What I hate most is that I can’t use my own photo and make a lot of money. I have to use an agency photo that the horny client calls first and then show up and negotiate my way into the door and negotiate another two bills out of his wallet or credit card before we get into his bed. For some reason when I post an internet escort ad on most of the major known websites, my phone doesn’t ring off the hook. I don’t make enough to survive without working agencies. It’s too bad, actually. I wished my indy work could sustain me. I would be fine JUST doing webcam and phone sex and occasional escort dates. It’s not like I enjoy driving around from 8pm-6am. Sometimes I put in 120 miles a shift. I am my own driver. It saves me money. I dated a guy who I started dating by pulling out of a nightclub for a one night stand. He had a small knife around his neck, that looked like a necklace medallion. I think I could stand to invest in one of those. When you actually have sex in agency work, I believe that you are a little safer. I figure typical agency girls roll with drivers because none of them will even do a hand job for $500. They make it seem like I crazy for doing half of what we say someone will do! I work for 2 agencies at the moment. One is high end low volume and the other is my regular agency gig that I work at 3-4 times a week, that I tried to quit in April after keying up some guy’s car. I steal clients from the agency by getting independent repeat clientele. The 2 agencies I work at don’t care and don’t expect it, especially not the cash and dash agency but I have worked for some that instill fear in the workers and say that they have fake clients who check up to see if you are stealing clients from them by giving them your personal phone numbers.
Lots of agency work works out pretty well until someone traumatizes me. Because I’ve been out of it for 8 months, going back has been kind of exhilirating. I know that I can’t do it for too long though. I have learned my threshold for this work is pretty low. It works well if you do it 3 months on and then off, if you can afford it. I am prepping my resume with an internship so I can hopefully get some paid media work in the field I would LIKE to be working in, not one that I am settling in just to barely get by. I don’t want to work full time in social justice non profit outreach work. I want to be a singer, an entertainer, an artist FIRST. then an activist.
But I know that it is only a matter of time, perhaps a week or a month until some blow up happens. Mastering how to de escalate verbally without being hurt except by words and shouting. I am great at that, but I have proven that I don’t take people’s shit on my knees with my mouth open.
Sometimes though, it feels like I am asking for a dude to hit me, so I can press charges. I fucking dare you to hit me. I actually did this (dare you to slap me) in the 7th grade and a boy slapped me. It was the first time (and maybe only?) time a guy has slapped me. I didn’t press charges on the boy. We were both in 7th grade. but I was pretty moded. I didn’t think he was going to hit me but he did. It wasn’t too serious but memorable for sure. Fighting is martial arts even when you’ve never really studied it. If your opponent is angrier than you are you can easily deflect this energy by remaining rational and neutral. (but still heading for the exit with your money in hand hopefully as fast as possible). Aikido combined with exit strategy..
I never wanted to carry a gun because I don’t like guns. Having a gun on you will only get you in more trouble. If you never draw a gun on someone, you won’t have to have the experience of having a gun drawn on you. One of my other ex boyfriends was a gun toting weed farmer who was arrested for pulling a gun on someone on the freeway in a road rage incident. Stupid gun behavior. I’ve managed to not have any physically violent incidents. The work is traumatizing on a regular basis, but it is also cathartic when you stand up to someone.
I have mace in my bag and I used to have a stun gun but that disappeared a while ago…
Some of my fellow sex worker activist escorts that I’ve organized with in this movement are privileged enough to not have to take clients past 10pm and to not take clients who do drugs. I have never done sex work that way. I guess I’m just not that kind of working girl. I did get a sugar daddy from agency work, and I am thankful to be doing this blog on a beautiful new MacBook Pro that I got as a gift from him. I float from roach motel to 5 star suite between clients of various class levels both independently and with my agencies, but it’s just that the review board hobbyist scene doesn’t match my personality and I guess I like to play these party boys like slot machines, perhaps that’s what it is that I am addicted to. I like to be the dominant collector of their consensual submission. I have effectively found a home to a specific type of sex work that I have learned how to navigate quite well, how to exercise boundaries, practice plenty of sex worker self care systems. One of my non profit harm reduction friends worked as a driver at an escort agency and is now an independent filmmaker, a recovered junkie and MARRIED to an escort he used to drive with the agency. They are making a film about it. Brad Pitt was once an agency driver. My life is fucking crazy. I can be in the underworld and blend into the straight world, and occaisionally flirt with the VIP world all in one week’s time. I guess that’s why I do. This chapter of my life clearly is not done. I want to prepare a different career path while I do agency work just like i did with SWOP-LA. I was the director of a non profit who went to meetings and training and I was prepping myself to be a full fledged legitimated HIV prevention funded non profit at one point but pulled out to save my soul. My heart is not in that work. I am an artist first and foremost. I must now take my time, money and energy and not codependently work on the problems of other sex workers before I work on the problems of my own life. I moved down to LA to get involved in the media capitol of the world. I must now use agency work to do THAT. My priority before was to use my money to decriminalize prostitution or further sex worker rights in LA. I am trying to be a singer, a video and film producer, a personality. I want to to turn this blog into a book and more…I wish there were more options than agency work, and there will always be people who say they don’t feel sorry for you, I have other choices, but I just don’t see them. Or the opportunities were simply NOT presented to me, because if you think that I don’t try for to find them, you are wrong. I am an overachiever and workaholic. Believe me, I try. Or the way I see the world is simply going to be different than others. I tried it and I didn’t like it now I must do something else. Transitions take money. I create my privilege with this form of sex work. I have to bust my ass it seems just to be on the bottom edge of being middle class. and if i let go, like I did when I quit the agency how quickly I fall to stuggling broke ass class. Hungry and hopeless in no time. EVERYONE SAYS I HAVE CHOICES, and I guess I’ve already made them, but I never really saw them as choices, because I didn’t create the options, I just made the best of what was presented to me. I hate the word CHOICES actually. Hate it. TEaching high school was not my lifetime pinnacle folks. There are so many people who actually believe that and chastize me for CHOOSING sex work and sex worker activism over continuing to teach. I taught high school to round out my activism that was pretty entrenched in sex worker issues. To me, I became a qualified social justice activist through my experience as a teacher and upon getting my Masters of Ed. To me the issue was crucial and dire and the sex worker movement needed me to return , and just like any other war needs soldiers, but now I am ready to work on my own battle more directly and thus the meltdown will hopefully have settled by now and I will now meld into a beautiful Phoenix Rising statue from the metal kiln..