Some of the recent threads inspired me to repost something I wrote in my journal. Feedback welcome.
- Morgan
I know I’ve said this before - in fact, I’m sure most of you reading this are sick of hearing it - but I really do like being an escort. There’s more to it than that, though.
I feel a sense of satisfaction in knowing that someone coming to see me has received value in exchange for what they’ve paid me. I want them to leave happy, feeling that they not only enjoyed themselves, but that they were treated fairly. I take pride in being an escort, pride in doing my job (and yes, it is a job. No matter how much we dress it up, this is how I make money, and that makes it a job). I understand that, beneath all of the other rationales for what this is, what we do when we’re together, how it makes us both feel, we’ve exchanged money for time. It’s important to me to feel like anyone who has entered into this kind of exchange with me leaves feeling that I accurately represented myself to them, and gave them good value for their money.
I know other women, other escorts, who feel the same as I do. In fact, I’d venture to say that the great majority of the women I know feel this way, if for no other reason than it merely makes excellent marketing sense to do everything in your power to encourage repeat clientele. For some, it transcends this into something approaching art. The art of using your body as an instrument, the art of being a courtesan.
I see in clients what I choose to bring to the time I spend with them. If I bring anticipation of time well spent, then, so long as the client is reasonable and of a like mind set, chances are we’re going to enjoy the company of each other. If I bring a bad mind set, one which expects disappointment and misery, then this would inevitably be what I’d receive from our time together.
The same holds true for clients. If you come to me with bitterness and anger, and with an expectation of being ‘ripped off’, a supposition that you’re just ‘wasting your money’, then it’s a foregone conclusion that you’re going to leave with a bitter taste in your mouth. That taste? You brought it with you, so you carry it when you leave.
Escorts and clients share a particularly symbiotic relationship. As an escort, I need clients to fuel my work. I don’t exist as an escort, if I do not have clients. As a client, you need escorts for the fulfillment and companionship we provide. If you didn't, you'd save the $240 and entertain yourself. Why, then, do we so often have to see each other as adversaries?
A long and drawn out thread on Terb recently reiterated for me how truly at cross purposes most of us seem to be. The men were convinced of the unreliability of the statistics of most escorts - convinced that we lie, almost all of the time. Convinced, in fact, that no matter what an escort says she weighs, measures, does, looks like, studies, it’s all lies. We obviously can’t be trusted. We’re not like ‘other’ women. We’re the enemy, and they need to be able to decode our secret messages.
Well, fair enough. A lot of escorts do lie, in lots of little ways. A year here, a pound there, an inch or two over there. Maybe this is deserved. Of course, clients lie in ways large and small, as well.
A payment left, which was $50 short? Accidental, of course. Asking you out, in spite of that wedding ring? They’re separated, or will be soon. Come on - do it without a condom. He’s clean, he’s never done this before, honest - would he lie?
So maybe it’s fair for escorts to be doubtful, as well. Maybe we both need to regard each other with a small amount of what might look like skepticism, but is actually something closer to emotional honesty. Some escorts lie in small ways, some clients need to shower more often. Fair trade. Let’s all work on that together, shall we?
But the anger.. The anger is another story. The clients who hate us, despise us, loathe us. The ones who drip bitterness is every word they write. “Heartless rip off bitches”. “They lie about everything”. “If they say they’re a student, that means they’re studying how to be a crack head”. The sheer and utter anger in every word they write. We’re the enemy, and this is war.
And you, my sisters - some of you share the blame for this. The women who do lie - who use photos that aren’t yours, ‘skim’ 100 pounds off of your weight, promise the moon and then deliver nothing but disappointment. The bait and switch and out right rip offs of the con women who think that any man who calls an escort is a sucker who deserves to be fleeced. The hatred of who they are, what they do, and most of all, of the men they see.
(continued..)
- Morgan
I know I’ve said this before - in fact, I’m sure most of you reading this are sick of hearing it - but I really do like being an escort. There’s more to it than that, though.
I feel a sense of satisfaction in knowing that someone coming to see me has received value in exchange for what they’ve paid me. I want them to leave happy, feeling that they not only enjoyed themselves, but that they were treated fairly. I take pride in being an escort, pride in doing my job (and yes, it is a job. No matter how much we dress it up, this is how I make money, and that makes it a job). I understand that, beneath all of the other rationales for what this is, what we do when we’re together, how it makes us both feel, we’ve exchanged money for time. It’s important to me to feel like anyone who has entered into this kind of exchange with me leaves feeling that I accurately represented myself to them, and gave them good value for their money.
I know other women, other escorts, who feel the same as I do. In fact, I’d venture to say that the great majority of the women I know feel this way, if for no other reason than it merely makes excellent marketing sense to do everything in your power to encourage repeat clientele. For some, it transcends this into something approaching art. The art of using your body as an instrument, the art of being a courtesan.
I see in clients what I choose to bring to the time I spend with them. If I bring anticipation of time well spent, then, so long as the client is reasonable and of a like mind set, chances are we’re going to enjoy the company of each other. If I bring a bad mind set, one which expects disappointment and misery, then this would inevitably be what I’d receive from our time together.
The same holds true for clients. If you come to me with bitterness and anger, and with an expectation of being ‘ripped off’, a supposition that you’re just ‘wasting your money’, then it’s a foregone conclusion that you’re going to leave with a bitter taste in your mouth. That taste? You brought it with you, so you carry it when you leave.
Escorts and clients share a particularly symbiotic relationship. As an escort, I need clients to fuel my work. I don’t exist as an escort, if I do not have clients. As a client, you need escorts for the fulfillment and companionship we provide. If you didn't, you'd save the $240 and entertain yourself. Why, then, do we so often have to see each other as adversaries?
A long and drawn out thread on Terb recently reiterated for me how truly at cross purposes most of us seem to be. The men were convinced of the unreliability of the statistics of most escorts - convinced that we lie, almost all of the time. Convinced, in fact, that no matter what an escort says she weighs, measures, does, looks like, studies, it’s all lies. We obviously can’t be trusted. We’re not like ‘other’ women. We’re the enemy, and they need to be able to decode our secret messages.
Well, fair enough. A lot of escorts do lie, in lots of little ways. A year here, a pound there, an inch or two over there. Maybe this is deserved. Of course, clients lie in ways large and small, as well.
A payment left, which was $50 short? Accidental, of course. Asking you out, in spite of that wedding ring? They’re separated, or will be soon. Come on - do it without a condom. He’s clean, he’s never done this before, honest - would he lie?
So maybe it’s fair for escorts to be doubtful, as well. Maybe we both need to regard each other with a small amount of what might look like skepticism, but is actually something closer to emotional honesty. Some escorts lie in small ways, some clients need to shower more often. Fair trade. Let’s all work on that together, shall we?
But the anger.. The anger is another story. The clients who hate us, despise us, loathe us. The ones who drip bitterness is every word they write. “Heartless rip off bitches”. “They lie about everything”. “If they say they’re a student, that means they’re studying how to be a crack head”. The sheer and utter anger in every word they write. We’re the enemy, and this is war.
And you, my sisters - some of you share the blame for this. The women who do lie - who use photos that aren’t yours, ‘skim’ 100 pounds off of your weight, promise the moon and then deliver nothing but disappointment. The bait and switch and out right rip offs of the con women who think that any man who calls an escort is a sucker who deserves to be fleeced. The hatred of who they are, what they do, and most of all, of the men they see.
(continued..)
