Personality

I just read an email from someone who could potentially be a new friend. The more I read his detailed email to me, the more his personality came through, the more I wanted to meet him!

His sense of humor was evident and really drew me to him. He included photos of himself (one as a joke) and by the end of reading the email (actually, re-reading) I knew I had to meet this person!

I have often wanted to know more about the people I meet with, but in the interest of privacy I've never asked for more than I've been given (in email, people, in email).

Obviously the more you know about the person you're with, the more intimate the encounter. I also try to remember the details I am given so that we have things to share in conversation. I want this to feel like a heightened experience, not just a THING.

Whatever you may hear or read about this profession; I am not in this solely for financial gain. I find that knowing nothing about a person has a certain appeal; the thrill of finding out little things as our encounter progresses, but really knowing who I'm meeting gives everything a feel of sexy familiarity. I love that.

So, introduce yourself to me. Tell me who you are, show me who you are. I want your personality to come off the screen and surround me. I want you to be a participant in our experience. It will make it more than you ever thought it could be, I'm sure.

High Road

So, I just got back from a little road trip, you may have heard about it. Stops in Louisville, St. Louis (love you, miss you, marry me), Kansas City, Oz (no, seriously), and finally Denver (old friends made this so special). It was a long trip, but meeting new people at every stop was so worth it all.

I love this country, I love how different it is from coast to coast. I love the people, I love just getting enough of a taste to want to go back (and eat you St. Louis), it's heavenly. I'm a traveler at heart and so I do.

Then reality hits and it's home again. Home to chores, bills, animals, responsibilities. I definitely don't discount the piece of heaven that is my bed, a swimming pool that I know all those kids did not just pee in, a full fridge, my fast car, and the steady, reliable weather of Las Vegas. YES, I love them and appreciate them, but reality bites. It's true.

Thank god I love my job!

Oh, speaking of that: why do I come home from meeting amazing people, eating amazing food, and seeing amazing sites, to pettiness and anger and hostility and sabotage? I graduated junior high, hello?

Can't we all just be grown up about this industry? Why all the bitterness and hatred? Why all the cattiness and immaturity? I won't ever understand it.

Let's get this straight: I am here to live a debaucherous life. I am here to find pleasure and joy in every experience I have with another person. I have zero desire to have people in my life who don't feel the same way. I don't even want your inability to get along with other people, the inability to not want to leave a negative mark on other's lives, the inability to mind your own business, anywhere near me or my amazing karma. Go find a cosmic garbage can and use it. Throw that away and start to live the life you were meant to.

None of us is here to make life miserable for another person. Whatever happened, whatever you've gone through, I'm sorry, I don't know what it feels like, but I'm truly sorry you do, but take the high road (I love this road, it's majestic). Don't let bitterness rule you, that sucks.

I want a life of peace, love and sex. And in copious quantities. Let's celebrate us, because we are all we truly have.