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prettydysfunctional

The chaotic ramblings of a retired adult industry entertainer.

Independent Hooker

Most of the men out there looking for prostitutes, insist that they’ll only consider a girl if she’s “independent”.  Meaning that she works alone, and not with a pimp or agency or whatever.  They’ll claim it’s for safety reasons (which is stupid, there’s nothing “safe” about buying a prostitute).  But I think it’s really more about them wanting to purchase sex, without feeling like they’re sleeping with a real prostitute.  Independent escorts feel fresher to them, less used up.

Going to break down for you why this is all stupid.  If she’s truly independent (no agency, booker, pimp, etc.)  Then she’s probably not making much money.  You want to know why?  Because you all are dumb, and needy.  You can only fuck so many men a day when your entire day is spent answering irrelevant emails and text messages from guys who probably don’t have any money anyways.  They just sit at home jacking off to your replies to their “what are you eating for lunch today?” questions.

So if somehow she is working solo, then she’s that escort who spends most of your visit ignoring you while she does stuff on her phone…

For practical reasons, it’s much easier to work with an agency.  Your scheduling and booking is all handled for you.  All you have to do is show up, fuck, and collect the money.  Half of it (at least) will go to the agency, but thanks to them you’re able to make a lot more…so it works out.

Especially because since around 2008, most dudes don’t want to pay more than $100-200 for sex anyways.  So you really need to see a bunch of men a day to make it worth it.  (Keep that in mind when you’re seeing an escort, she probably has to see 5-10 of you fools a day).

Side note while I’m ranting.  If you’re going to see an escort, brush your teeth and wash your ass first!  It’s not shocking why so many have to pay for sex…

Anyways.  So it is much easier to use an agency.  However, agencies will treat you like shit.  And I’ll save those specifics for another post.  But it’s not pretty.

If you’re looking for a prostitute, remember that she’s likely not working alone.  That may make you feel weird, but it’s probably saving her a lot of grief.  However, the people she’s working with are more than likely treating her like dirt.

Maybe knowing this sucks the fun out of it.  But there’s the truth.

 

 

 

 

 

<a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/deny/">Deny</a>

 

 

Adios

Did a little bit of shopping at the mall tonight.

Went through some mean girl shit from the associates at the makeup store.

Was stalked through the lotion store by an associate who insisted that I listen to every promotion they’re offering.  Never mind that they have the same information clearly posted all over the darn store.

Then waited in line for almost half an hour at the department store, just to purchase one cardigan.

Just can’t fathom why retail is struggling so bad…

Won’t miss it.  I’m standing out on the front porch giving it a good ol hillbilly wave goodbye.

 

 

 

 

 

 

<a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/crumb/">Crumb</a>

Inconsequential

I’ve attended the same church for about a year and a half now.  Show up almost weekly, donate money, volunteer for special events.  I’m always hearing about how desperately they need assistance in the children’s ministry.  So I submitted the application (size of a darn phone book).  Provided them with my excellent references (that they both called and emailed to verify).  As well as consented to the full background screening (I don’t have any sort of criminal history).  The director was so excited that I had applied and told me she’d get back with me asap after everything finished processing.
It’s been over three months and I never heard from her again.

I’ve been rejected.

There’s only one thing left that would have caused them to dismiss me.

A Google search.

The content that appears when you look me up on Google has caused me to lose:

  • countless potential jobs
  • possible relationships
  • budding friendships
  • I’ve been kicked out of “mommy and me” type of groups
  • and now apparently it’s cost me the ability to work in the nursery at church

I’m not any kind of anti-porn crusader.  I have no desire to try and make any changes regarding the porn industry.

But there are costs associated with it that my 18 year old self couldn’t have wrapped my mind around.  Ramifications that I would have never considered.

And is it really worth it just so a bunch of dudes can frequently hunt me down and message me just to tell me that I’m “hot”?

 

 

<a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/peculiar/">Peculiar</a>

Do you cam?

I was asked if I do cam work.

No, I don’t.

  • I am very retired from the adult industry at this point.
  • It would get me fired from my day job (which I love and am not willing to sacrifice just so I can touch myself on cam).
  • I tried it once and never really did figure out the whole token thing.  It confused the heck out of me.
  • I’ve gained somewhere between 30-40 pounds over the last year.  I think I wear it well enough.  But I certainly don’t feel like strutting around nude at the moment.
  • I’m beyond antisocial at this point.  I would make a horrible cam girl.  I don’t want anyone looking at me, thinking about me, touching me, bothering me, etc.  So it wouldn’t work unless I was doing some type of Dom stuff.
  • And most importantly…I’m too tired for all that nonsense.

 

 

Aberration

There’s no one.

I am completely on my own with these horrible thoughts, feelings, and memories.

Need to escape, and I’m not seeing a way out.

I’m out of anything to give.

Every minute is a struggle.

Wish I could turn to drugs, but it’s not my thing.

If only I was as crazy as my accusers claimed.  Slipping into the darkness of some full blown insanity might be nice right now.

But nope, here I am, unfortunately cognizant.

This isn’t sustainable and will end badly.

There’s no Savior.

There’s no happy ending.

There’s no hope.

Spent

It’s so obvious.  And somehow it took forever to really click in my brain (denial maybe?)

 

The reason that I always end up with losers or abusive jerks.

Good guys don’t settle down with porn chicks.

And no amount of donating to charity, volunteering, or going to church is ever going to change that.

I haven’t sincerely bothered with dating in a couple of years.  That part of my life is finished.  Anybody worth dating is going to think I’m gross.

And I can’t even blame them for it.

 

<a href="https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/prickle/">Prickle</a>

 

Privacy

I can’t use the busy excuse.  Can’t blame writers block.  I’ve just wanted some privacy.

The other day I was driving home to AZ from CA and my brain was flooded with thoughts and ideas of things to write about.  But by the time I made it home, I was over it.

I’m uninspired with life.  Some would probably call it depression.  I feel obligated to keep living this life that I don’t want to live anymore.  If it were just me, I’d have probably checked out a while ago.

But I created 5 people.  And I owe it to them to stick around in case they need me at some point.  I doubt they will.  The majority will likely not have much of a relationship with me at all.  Still, the least I can do is not be a dick and kill myself.

I don’t want to hear any self-help, positive thinking kind of bullshit.  I’ve been in this body and on this planet long enough to know how things go.

So I’ll be around.  Keeping to myself.  Working a lot of overtime.  Going through the motions.  Probably not writing enough lol.  I’ve found some peace in accepting that this is just how my life is going to be.

That’s enough “fun” for tonight.  Off to bed I go.  Gotta be awake in a few hours to catch a plane.

I sincerely hope that everyone is well.

 

Instinct

Portion

So a little follow up story to mister “send me a picture of your feet”.

Out of nowhere, he sends me an email with a picture of his dick (of course).  There was a message included about not letting me get away that easily.  I told him that it was crass, and that I’m not interested.

That’s when I received back an email full of insults.  Everything from being ugly to a catfish to saying that I’m going to die alone.

The worst part is, that it’s not even surprising.  Happens all the time.

So I’ve had plenty of time to think about it, and no, I don’t think porn made me jaded.  I don’t think that requesting a picture of someone’s feet right off the bat is an awkward way of flirting or whatever.  Nobody who legitimately wants to get to know me, would be requesting any such thing.

Instead of the predictable “more pics!” requests, why don’t men ever want to know what I like to read?  How I like to spend my free time?  Favorite color.  Something.

No means no.

It doesn’t mean push harder, or badger, or attempt to argue your way into getting what you want out of a girl.  And it’s pathetic that the standard is to then turn around and verbally assault a lady because she had the audacity to tell you no.

Yes, I would rather be alone than be treated like crud by one of these bossy morons.

I guess that could mean that I’m jaded.  I prefer to think of it as just having some self-respect.

*shrug*

 

 

Maybe I’m just mean

Detonate

Story of my life.  Had been texting a bit with someone new for about a day.  He’s decent looking.  Seems nice.  Easy enough to talk to.

We’re a whopping 30 messages in overall when it starts.

“Send me a picture of your feet”.

I made it clear that I wasn’t going to do that.  He told me that it was a simple request and that we should start learning to please each other now.  I blocked him.

Every.flipping.time.

Where are the boundaries?!?  I talk to a LOT of guys.  And usually it ends after about 10 messages because at that point they are already starting to make demands.

“Send me more pics”, “let’s facetime”, “drop everything and meet me at a bar right now”. Or God forbid I go and pee without my phone.  I always come back to the “did I scare you off?” I swear nothing turns me off faster than that last one.

What ever happened to conversations?  Getting to know somebody?  Taking a minute to pursue them if you’re sincerely interested?

Am I expecting too much?  Am I just a bitch?  Did all the negative porn experiences make me too sensitive?

I have no idea.  And frankly, I’m not sure I care.

I’m at the point where I would rather die alone then put up with any of these weenies on a regular basis anyways.

My Granny has been single by choice for over 30 years now.  I used to think it was odd.

Now…I think it’s brilliant.

 

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