My Twitter Symphony

Well its the usual suspects on twitter this month, I'm being slagged off, as usual, for something I didn't do, you're either a bored housewife who hates working girls and boys, a book writer who isn't an alleged escort or its politically incorrect to refer to women as birds.

Birds

My parents lived in Stratford, East London, where most men greeted their lady friends as "Alright Darling", now tell me, is darling as politically incorrect as bird ?  I posted something about someone who was slagging off a friend and referred to her as that "bird" then later in the week, I referred to someone else as bird and I was pulled by the person I was originally defending, who didn't seem to mind it the first time around, for using this terminology. This led to another twitter exchange of views, albeit mostly by DM.  

I grew up since 11 years old using the word bird, my personal school friends and local friends, including most women, I know, refer to other women as "that bird".  It's local dialect and its not doing anyone any harm and a message to the haters, I will tell you now, I'm not going to stop using it.  What's the difference between birds and the term "Blokes".  Watch Geordie Shore and see how many times "Bird" is used in the show by both men and women.  Just lighten up.  No malice is intended by using the word "Bird".

Bollocks

There's been the usual shit, me being accused of trolling an ask.fm account, which I didn't and when I asked for them to provide proof I was ignored.  I've not trolled anything and I have an ask.fm account myself so i know that there is a block button, just press it and you can even block anonymous questions, but please don't go accusing people of stuff. Just press the block button and get back to what you were doing. Apparently the abuser has 9000 followers.  I am about 8650 short of that total, but apparently it was me, I was even tagged in posts that night, which I screen printed.  Please don't drag me into your paranoia and don't @ me into things I've not had anything to do with,  Your plan of including the Australian contingent by @ them didn't work.  They didn't have time for that, they're both busy falling out with each other to start being vulgar to me, one has her account locked down and the other is threatening the other with writs and screen printing personal text messages.  I've started following a few rad fem accounts who have similar problems with this person, who calls out people but never accepts responsibility when she's wrong and just rants some more.  I find more solidarity in people who are wronged by this woman than with escorts who won't stand up to her.

Bizarre

The most bizarre story on twitter I'm following is about the book writer who is having to go to court to prove she was an escort. Most of us, taken to court, are fighting to prove the opposite. I have seen this on twitter and I think the fact the defendant is playing it out on twitter can only be detrimental to her future case.  It's extremely ill advised to give disclosure to the other party in advance of a court case.  You're basically telling them how to win their case, you're telling them what you have without getting disclose from the other party.  Although I do have sympathy with the alleged party, I think, disclosure by twitter is a very unwise way to get your point across. 

Bosses

A twitter friend, I wouldn't say personal friend because very few of my real friends are on twitter, was outed at work for having "prostitute friends" on social media.  So the fuck what, most of her bosses probably have a paid liaison when they're out of town. I thought this was as bad, if not worse than a sex worker being outed. It was like she was guilty by association. I've a wide variety of people on my twitter account, from a home carer, to other sex workers, sex worker friends, personal friends (who actually know me), rad fems (some of whom I follow because of the aforementioned problem) and some general nice people who will chat and laugh on twitter. I have over 300 odd followers and is it really any of their employers' business that they follow a gay sex worker on their twitter account. This was an appalling story and one that shocked me.  Luckily, the person victimised, on this occasion was able to laugh it off, with good, well natured employers.  Some employers wouldn't be so sympathetic.  Is this person proud of themselves.  Yes,  probably.

  

The Weather = Sticky Sex

My god its hot, I am sat in the garden as I write this with a glass of wine, sitting in the afternoon sun, literally just melting.  Im in such a sunny mood too, I've even booked a little holiday in October to visit friends abroad.

The sun brings out all the men in shorts and sexy skimpy tee shirts. I have to double take at every bloke I pass on the High Street with all these fit bods, hairy legs, rippling chests, all dressed with literally everything on show. 

It's times like this that you appreciate just how nice it is to have a little outside space, I love sitting outside in my tight Adidas football shorts with my rugby player legs on show. I seen a guy yesterday who had an all over tan from sitting in the garden with a white patch around his arse and lunch packet.  I'm finding sex to be more sticky and hot with the most amazing anal orgasms when the bloke slagging me is banging away with such force and vigour under such high temperatures.  My bedroom fan is on maximum, just to help cool down my clients as the sweat pours from their brow whilst receiving the most intense deep throat blow job from me.   Giving such deep, throat penetrating blow jobs gives me a chance to cool down in front of the fan whilst he squirms within excitement at the thought of his 9 inch cock being taken down my throat to the balls.  

This weather has everyone horny. I'm giving them the sort of sex they're promised on the first drunken night with the missus on a First Choice package jobbie to Solou.  This weather is making them want to have that filthy sex right now whilst its on their mind,  They want me on top,  sliding my arse cheeks down their shaft, as they lie there with their arms folded behind their heads savouring every inch of penetration inside my hole.  This weather has me incredibly horny too and I want them to finish off with me on all fours and their cock buried deep into me with their hairy balls slapping off my arse and my balls with every hard thick stroke, then for them to gather pace and ram it up me from the tip of their thick bell end to the bottom of their shaft and shoot their load deep inside, pull out, slap my arse, thanking me for to ride and collapsing on the bed.  Once the rubbers is off, I wrap my lips around his cock and savour the last few drops for my tongue, just so I can taste his summer seed.

Phew, after all that, a shower is essential in this weather, we can't have them going back to good old wifey smelling of sticky, filthy bloke on bloke sex.  

Ive found myself so dehydrated this past fortnight that a gin and tonic is the order of the day after every client and you can see why, with appointments as filthy as that every day.

Texters

Yes, that old chestnut is back.

When you have a really busy week you don't think twice about the texters but last week was a quiet one for me.  It's the week before payday and generally a quieter one than usual.  You tend to notice the texters more on quiet weeks because you're trying your very best to be as helpful as possible without getting ratty with them when you're on the 5th text and there is no sign it developing into an appointment.

Many fellow escorts think I am exceptionally patient with texters, especially when they usually text back with a standard reply of "Sorry I don't text, please call".  I don't mind one or two texts but I will admit, I get bored by the seventh.

Most of my regulars - over and above 70% will just text me for an appointment.  That's not a problem.  I know who they are, I know they've seen me before and they know where they're coming to.  It's the ones I don't know who cause the most problems.

A snapshot of last weeks texts that went nowhere include

"I can't ring mate, the speaker on my phone doesn't work, this phone is for texting only"
You need to pop to Tesco and get yourself a cheapo phone that works then.

"So tempted"
I'm not.

"Can I just book by text, you will want to see me, I take cock you know"
Nope and the prospect of having to do all the work too isn't a vote winner either.

"What you doing tonight mate"
Washing my hair, well what's left of it lol.

"Im age 25 my body fit and clean. my cock also big"
That's nice for you but the answer is still no.

Do these guys think that I will bend my rules because they have a big cock, or have a phone that doesn't work properly.  Texters are the bain of any escorts life.  They get quite shirty when you stop texting them too.  Thing is, in any one day I can get up to 10-20 guys texting me with nonsense, that's 70-100 texts a day.  We get very bored with it and when one texter said to me "I don't understand your problem with text".  I replied "Yes and neither did the other 15 guys who text me today but didn't want to book".  He text back and apologised and said something along the lines of "Oh I really didn't think, god we must all really annoy the life out of you".  I had to agree with him.  They annoy the living daylights out of escorts.

I've never understood either, why texters have to drip feed you questions.  Why can't they ask the bulk of stuff in the first text.  As my picture above illustrates, I don't even bother replying to texts that simply say "Hi".  I can't be arsed with them.  If you get a nice concise text with "Hello Steve, any chance I could see you for incall at 2pm for an hour", it's a fair assumption it's going to be a go-er.  When you get a text with "Are you working", then "How much" then "What times", then "I wanted 4pm, no good" why couldn't he just text with "Are you working Steve at 4pm".  I also hate it when they ask about services.  I don't mind discussing services but when you reply back with your list of do's and don't, it's always something else they were after.  I ignore texts that want pictures and/or cock size.  They're not meeting someone in the train station from Date Direct with a view to marriage and my cock size is either going to be too small for them or too big.  If I tell them the actual size, they'll say that's too big for them to take and if I say it's just normal, they'll suddenly want a big cock.  I can't win.

Texters - I wish they'd just bugger off and bother someone else.

Why I Prefer Married Men

I had a dreadful appointment today. It started off earlier today with a phone call and he sounded lovely, he was well spoken, courteous and sounded rather sexy.  He confirmed at the time he said he would and everything looked rosy in the garden.

He arrived more or less on time, came in and made an excuse that he couldn't get as much out of the cash machine as he hoped, so cut the appointment time.  This does happen from time to time and there's very little I can do about it, especially when they're here. It doesn't start the appointment off on a good footing.

It transpired he was a gay man and he did the typical gay man appointment which is completely different to a married/openminded man appointment. He was demanding, rude, obnoxious and expected me to be rock hard throughout. Why do gay men, when paying for an escort service think they have the right to be down right rude and horrible to the person they're expecting to provide them with a sexual service.  I never have problems getting erections but I just couldn't do it. He was very good looking and physically turned me on but his attitude certainly didn't.

Not all gay men are like this but this one was more of the norm than the exception yet their heterosexual counterparts are the complete opposite. I am person providing a service, not a machine and don't care to be treated in such a way.

Ninety five out of one hundred guys I see are in the heterosexual/married man camp and they're the men I prefer to see.  I am proud to be gay but I really don't like to have sex with a certain type of gay man that this work sometimes attracts..

Not Being Political

I have been pulled a few times for not being sympathetic to the political concerns, struggles and day to day worries of other escorts on social media such as Twitter and my own blog.  To be honest I don't really care if your a swerf or a terf or a sis or a cis or a man or a woman, a trans or anything.  It really doesn't interest me.  I actually like people for who they are and if they're not bothering me then I won't bother them.

I am not a great fan of career-carers like Julie Bindel etc, they really couldn't give a flying fuck about sexworker rights, it's just to get their name in the paper and carve a career for themselves being shouty about something others won't touch.  Rhoda Grant is the same, a countryfile MSP who is concerning herself with city nonsense that she knows nothing about.  It's not about protecting sexworkers it's about making a name for herself at Holyrood.

A couple of Twitter friends have pulled me for the use of the words, loony, bonkers etc, yes I think some of the tweets and blog posts are bonkers, full of words even university educated people like me struggle to understand and by the 4th sentence I lose interest.  I came into escorting as a way to fund my lifestyle, I fancied being more part time with my job and this was the perfect solution and I am quite happy to stand up and be counted but I am not interested in who is a swerf and who is a terf.  I don't even know what they mean and when I mentioned them to my friend Michelle she thought it was something to do with a burger and prawn ring Wetherspoons meal.

I am interested in the struggles sexworkers have on a daily basis but I not interested in reading daily essays about how women have such a struggle and men have privilege.  As I discussed with my friend yesterday, the last time I heard the word Privilege being banded about it was when Joanna Lumley was selling car insurance.  All these terms are baffling to me and that's not what I use Twitter for, I use it as a marketing tool and to meet unusual and friendly people I probably would never know otherwise.  Please don't chastise me for my lack of interest.  I am here to escort and be political at times I see fit.  I don't need to disect it for a thesis.

Fun Monday

I did have a very good Monday, just two appointments but fun filled ones. I started the day off with a very early appointment. Yes I was entertaining a young guy at approximately 8.40am. An early start by escorting standards. You tend to be busier around lunch time and afternoons in this work. I don't mind the early appointments because anyone who follows me on Twitter will already know I am up and about at around 7am every morning.

My 8.40am client sounded about 40 on the phone, when he turned up he was little over 23. Truth that you never can tell what someone sounds like on the phone. He was quite nervous, to begin with, but it wasn't long before his union jack boxer shorts were off and he was into the moment. He wasn't that demanding either, just nice and easy going until he really got into it and then it was bedroom olympics time. A thoroughly good start to the day.

I took another advanced appointment for my Carlisle trip then popped into Gosforth for a pub lunch and a little bit of shopping. I met up with a friend and she was asking if I was bust as usual. Yes.... but I was missing a certain client who I hadn't seen in over a month. Normally I will see him every 10 days and he did email me a few weeks back but I had an appointment booked in at home at the same time he wanted. I thought he would book the following day but he didn't.. then bingo, he text me just after I finished lunch and invited me along to his home in Corbridge for another sleazy session.

He's very full on and knows what he wants and what he wants is my ass. I had a slow drive home, pumped full of air from my lovely Northumberland guy. It was 4pm when I arrived home and the sun was shining brighly in my little garden and so I decided it was officially wineoclock.

Nothing came in yesterday evening and so it was an early night. I was asleep a little after 10pm, wondering what Tuesday would bring.

Ramblings At 3am

Its quite a lonely job being an escort. Most people you know don't know what you do. They stop inviting you to places because you've let them down in the past because you couldn't afford to turn down the two hour incall you so desperately needed the money from. They don't understand that having a day off work costs you money because your day isn't a 9 to 5 job, its a day that has quite antisocial hours.

I try not to socialise with other escorts. I am only really friendly with one escort and she's a female escort, we do chat every day on the phone about various trivial nonsense and comment on rubbish we see on Facebook and Twitter. Apart from that I don't really know any other escorts.  Its not something that particularly bothers me. I managed to spend nearly 14 years in the sex industry without bothering with anyone else until recently when I've been using Twitter as an online marketing tool.

I hated Twitter to begin with. Until you get about 100 followers you're just tweeting to yourself. When you get followed by genuine people as opposed to company accounts, Twitter then becomes a whole lot more interesting. I've had my fingers burned on there too and learned what to think privately and say publically. When I was publically humiliated on Twitter I received a lot of messages and emails of support from people who didn't even follow me. They were from people appalled at the bullying used on Twitter for political and personal gain. They urged me not to lock down or close my account but to move on and learn from it.

I noted with keen interest in the last few weeks that some people don't like my blog. Some prefer just sexual content,  others prefer more serious topics. I try to strike a balance between both. The blog is here as a marketing tool for me but also to talk about things that a gay male sex worker may observe from time to time.  I'm not one of these self proclaimed activists I see every day on Twitter who are anything but activists. They've just got shouty angry tweets to post and don't go as far as their living room.  Activists are people who actually get out there using their real name putting their own head over the parapet,  not shouty twitter uses who think they're campaigners. You're not an activist unless you personally act as opposed to sitting at home telling everyone else what is wrong with the sex industry. Sex worker activism isn't about a womans struggle with the law and oppression, it's about sex worker struggles with the law and oppression.   Female sex workers forget that's its not an inclusive little female only club. The outpouring of disgust that some female sex workers have made over the recent RadFem conference this weekend just shows how out of touch they are in their own community. They feel alienated by their own gender yet quite happily alienate their own co-workers because they happen to be male sex workers.

I read an argument online last week why female sex workers are so much more important. It's because they can charge more.   Hmm that's quite interesting.   Yes I charge less than many of my female counterparts but a quick scour of Adultwork using a 10 mile radius of my postcode will reveal possibly a dozen or so female sex workers offering their service at the same, similar and often less than my published rates. This argument suddenly falls apart. Are these women, advertising lower rates,  somehow less worthy than me because I charge more than them, the answer is no and it's something I've never even thought about until I read it on Twitter and discovered the sheer arrogance of some people both male and female.

Anyway on that note I will go back to sleep. My cat is wanting attention and I apologise for any typos. A phone is not the best tool for making a 3am blog post.