Dirty Job Done

Well, of course you need a redheaded woman.

I was sitting here on this beautiful Sunday morning and a song that I was introduced to by an old lover popped into my head. Bruce Springsteen's Redheaded Woman.

When I first heard it I didn't realize how dirty it was, or how aptly it described redheaded women. 

Aren't we fiery and hot? Dirty and delicious? What is it about us? 

Having thought it over I have to say that it is definitely an internal inferno. There is something that burns inside of me. It is passion turned up high. 

I'm not just talking about sex, that is just a vehicle to express that fire. I mean, it's about feeling passionate, it's living on a higher level. It's loving and breathing life. 

We can see every cheap thing you've ever done because we have that intuition and it usually slants to the dirty. Which is where I think men like to hang out. I know you know what I mean. 

This song has just made my Sunday. It's also made me want to embrace even more my sexy, sensual, dirty side. It makes me proud to be a redhead.

So, play on. I'll put my tight skirt on and dance for you.

Safety & Etiquette

For the most part I have very little trouble with appointments in this business. Most men are genuine and kind and care very much that I feel safe and comfortable.

And there are those who don't. They are the ones who mislead, harass and sometimes threaten. Those are the ones that make this a difficult job, because to not be wary of everyone means getting taken by the men you least expect to. I can't allow that, obviously.

It surely must be the rule that references are required. Why would I meet someone that I have never met before, have no knowledge of, most likely don't know their real name to find anything out about, etc? What kind of logical person thinks that way?

That means, gentleman, if you write to me as though you have no idea what a reference is, or you get upset because I require them, I will most likely block your email address and hope that you forget about me. 

I will not allow you, a stranger, into my home without knowing that at least someone else trusts you. I also would never meet someone in a hotel that I had no information about. This is common sense, please don't act like I just asked for your credit history when I say I need references. You know better.

Also, writing to a person just to harass them shows a marked lack of outside interests on your part. Join a team, find a hobby, clean your car, I don't care, but please stop writing me without any intention of ever meeting me. That is creepy, weird behavior and is frightening. It also shows that you're most likely friendless and living in a dark basement playing WoW and calling online people your ‘posse.’ Great.

But, if you write to me and immediately give me a couple of references and a few lines about who you are and what you like, we'll get along famously. A picture goes a long way as well. I just want to get the formalities out of the way first so that we can then get onto the most important thing: you and me. Together. Oh yeah.

So, drop the behavior that says 'be afraid of me,' because I most likely will oblige you, and if you're scary enough, inform other people of that fact, too. 

All you other sexy men, keep writing and sharing your time with me, it's been such a great experience!

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.

Road Tripping!

Hi everyone, how are you all? You look fabulous! Did you miss me? I missed you! I've been very busy with my new house (someone had to break the pool in - what?), but wanted to come and let you in on the latest developments in my sweet life!

Starting mid-June my girlfriend Farrah and I will be driving from Virginia where she is now located to Las Vegas where she'll soon be residing (so excited!). 

Our travels will take us through beautiful Kentucky (most likely Louisville) through to St. Louis (the Arch!) to Kansas City to see friends then to Denver (I'll show you mile high) and finally through Utah as sightseers until we finally rest in Las Vegas!

Before all of that (June 11-15) we'll be in DC (well, Alexandria) and we hope to see all of our old friends, and new ones, before we pack the Uhaul and head to Vegas!

Also, I have a dive trip planned for September in Barbados. I have also just made the best tasting cheesecake in the world. No, really. The WORLD.

Gatsby is doing well with chemo, Lexi has a new boyfriend in the form of the pool vacuum, the sun shines every day here and my heart overflows with happiness now that I'm in the place I'm supposed to be.

Okay, done with my stream-of-consciousness thing there. :)

I will do better about updating my blog; I have a million things I want to say, but for now this will have to do.

Thank you for your patience, you are the best followers I could ever ask for.

Love, love and more love (and lots and lots of sex!).

Update

I apologize for the delay in getting back here and writing, I do miss it, but I've been so busy! I don't remember the last time that taking a deep breath felt so good. 

So, I've had a few things happening. I'm moving into a new house. I'm very excited about that. It's stressful, but once I'm in I'll be deliriously happy, I'm sure. 

My dog, Gatsby, was diagnosed with a brain inflammation. It requires extensive chemo and medical appointments. He's very sick, but hopefully with the treatment he'll feel good and he'll be my little partner for a very long time. It's distressing to talk about, so we'll leave it at that.

I've traveled to DC, which was amazingly fun! I love, love, love the men of that city, they make every trip there so enjoyable. I wish I could spend more of my life there, it makes me that happy to be there. 

I'm headed to NYC May 6-12. It will be very exciting to be there, the weather should be perfect! I'll be going with Farrah again, we always have such a good time! I'm staying in Midtown, as usual, so I hope to see all of my good friends while I'm there. I look forward to making new friends, too!

So, I'm packing and cleaning and stressing out. I'll write more later! I've really missed this blog! 

Animals

All of my life my family and I have had animals. From my sweet cocker, Candy and her baby girl, Sheena, to my beloved and missed cocker, Scuba. 

I have loved and adored animals my whole life. I have always been around them and feel a deep compassion and love for all of them. If I find out someone abuses animals that person ceases to exist to me. They may as well be dead. 

I now have two dogs: Lexi Lulu (a yorkie) and Gatsby (a morkie - maltese/yorkie). They bring me so much joy. I know that if I didn't have them my life would be darker and with a lot less laughter. With them I feel this unconditional love and devotion that people are never capable of, including myself. 

Tonight I was on the internet reading from one of my favorite news sites when I came across a story of an abused and abandoned dog. Unfortunately that isn't uncommon (and may whoever hurt this animal - and any animal - burn in hell with the hottest of fire), I see it far more than you would think is possible. The difference here was that this dog was saved by the love and compassion of two people who run a website called Hope for Paws. I read some of their stories, watched some heartwrenching videos and then I donated to their amazing cause.

I don't normally do this on my blog, that isn't what I started it for, but this time I'll make an exception. If you would please donate to this organization (www.hopeforpaws.org) I would be eternally grateful to you. I will also give you $25 off a visit with me (and most likely more for your generosity) and I will thank you in untold ways.

I think that innocent, harmless, defenseless animals deserve our love and attention and our care and support. They can't help themselves so I try to do as much as I possibly can.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, you are fabulous.

Time

I think we can all safely agree here that time is valuable. It's a precious commodity that you will never, ever have enough of. It's not bottomless, it's not overflowing, it ebbs slowly and silently until it's all gone.

We all know what time means to each of us; I'm pretty sure we all value our own time.

What I think we don't do is value other people's time. And what I especially think I understand, is that people who see women like me fail to understand the value of my time.

While it's a decadent fantasy to believe that I sit around all day in my lingerie and expensive perfume drinking fine wine in a candlelit atmosphere, I'm afraid that it just isn't true.

I have a life; family, friends, hobbies and serious pursuits that take up a vast majority of my time. If I see you it is because I have taken a very important amount of time and set it aside for you. I didn't do it frivolously, I didn't spin around blindfolded and point to a time. I didn't agree to a time because my day is so wide open that anytime with you would work. I made a conscious decision based on the very important things going on in my life to make room for you.

So, when you write to me, you send me references that I diligently check, we correspond (sometimes at length - which I don't mind) and I then clear the time that YOU asked for, making it so no one else anywhere near that time can see me. Because I don't watch the clock this is very necessary. All of that takes time. Precious, valuable time that I have spent, and thus wasted if you don't show up, if you cancel or if you decide you've found someone better.

I would never, as the consummate professional that I am, ever do this to you. I would never take your time and then write you cancelling because I got a better offer or I decided that I'd rather go shopping or spend time doing something else.

I'm not saying everyone does this, but it is turning out to be a bigger problem here in Vegas than I've encountered in other cities.

Please understand that, while I love doing this, meeting you, sharing my very valuable time with you, that it affects me in many ways if you make an appointment and then don't show up.

I'm asking for courtesy, that's all. Be courteous of my very valuable, precious time. Thanks.