Bloghttp://www.sexandjournalism.com/blog/en-US2008-12-05T13:37:37ZSquarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/)When It Rainshttp://www.sexandjournalism.com/blog/2008/11/29/when-it-rains.htmlRaquel2008-11-29T21:37:01ZFears, Hopes And Mushy StuffIt really pours, doesn’t it? For a variety of reasons (that for once, I don’t care to expose), I have been cast into a bout of despondence. I am hurt and angry and sad and confused and nervous just like I’ve been before when I was a little younger. From very personal happenings to simple societal observations, I am feeling this combination of overwhelming…I don’t know what…and I think another deep personal evaluation is due. Perhaps another change of priorities is coming my way. It is, after all, coming towards the beginning of another 7 year cycle…or the end of one, depending on which way I look at it. I have enjoyed keeping this site updated, but I think it’s time for a hiatus. I’ve lost the motivation to do much except reflect on the changes that I feel are in order and focus on what I want for my future and how to get there without so much emotional upheaval as I’ve experienced in my past. I’m giving my laptop a break. I’ll be hiding away, working on my self-evaluation and vision board, studying and figuring out what to do about a certain alter ego of mine that I feel may be near the end of her lifespan. It’s a very melancholy time for me, so I’m going to stay mostly silent for a while. As for now, Raquel is in remission.

Oh yes, and happy holidays.

 

Best,

 

Raquel

]]>Trashy McWhorehttp://www.sexandjournalism.com/blog/2008/11/25/trashy-mcwhore.htmlRaquel2008-11-25T03:21:26ZWomen In The IndustryWhat incredible contempt I hold for former hookers who will stop at nothing for a minute of fame. For months now, she has been using Ashley’s name to get attention for herself. Are these stories true? Maybe or maybe not, but one thing is for sure, they’re tacky! Only would the desperate conjure up these stories in a vain attempt to get recognition and praise for her lowly and narcissistic self. In addition to making Ashley look like a drug addicted crack whore with no moral value or class, she is also naming clients and potentially destroying their lives! Who does that besides fame hungry whores so incredibly hopeless and starved for attention that they will say whatever they have to and harm whoever they must just to get eyes on themselves for a split second?! I have no respect for this woman. Even to call her a woman is a complete stretch for me. It’s difficult to give her such lofty credit. I will not plug her awful, shameless articles here. I will not plug her cheap book, devoid of any real substance here. I will only say that Natalie McLennan is a disappointment and an embarrassment to all women who have ever considered themselves in the elite tier of the companionship business. I would never wish illness to a person, but she reminds me of one. Just like cancer, this woman is an ugly and horrible tragedy stopping at nothing to take everyone and everything down with her. 

Hopefully, one day she will learn what it means to be a lady, one that is considerate and has respect for herself and others. If she continues to work in the industry, I hope anyone who crosses her path is warned that they will be exposed and their privacy will be violated at the drop of a hat if she thinks she can profit off it. And mostly, I hope that she learns about the power of  dignity, grace and inner beauty. Until then, I worry about her. Ignorance is undesireable and karma is a bitch.

R~

]]>Dupre's 20/20 Interviewhttp://www.sexandjournalism.com/blog/2008/11/22/dupres-2020-interview.htmlRaquel2008-11-22T22:39:16ZWomen In The Industry MediaLess than an illuminating revelation, but just enough to grant Ashley her wish of proving to the world that she is “not a monster”. Mostly unmoved by the 20/20 special, I did make a few observations.

Ashley was actually a lot more charming than I expected her to be. She admitted to being a high school drop out, and her level of education subtly made it’s presence known in some of her comments, but she was still far more eloquent than I had expected. I appreciated that she didn’t seem to be interested in speaking badly about anyone, outing anyone or going on and on about how she’s a survivor. She simply told her personal history and her hopes for the future and she did it in a way that was actually endearing. She was sweet, demure, hopeful, and of course, beautiful. She will make a lovely partner to a very fortunate man one day.

I do worry for her, though. I worry about her future in the near term. She is (honorably) refusing certain large financial offers from media like Hustler, she will probably never be able to get a “real” job now that she is an infamous call girl, and she claims she is uninterested in working in the industry again. I am curious as to what then, she expects to do for money? That in addition to not even having a high school diploma, she’s in a bit of a predicament. I am hoping that good opportunities come her way. She seems to be a nice girl who really deserves a positive change in her life.

In regards to Diane, she is the typical journalist, bias and stuck in their opinion that everything they think is right and everything everyone else says is wrong. The look of pretend empathy, confusion and…(was that disgust?)…made me want to scream. It seemed as if she just could not comprehend how a nice, beautiful girl could possibly do something as horrid and repulsive as work for a high-end escort agency. But forget about the “how could you” and “crossing the line” comments. Forget her insinuation that there aren’t a million women that have traded sexual favors for money, opportunities and job promotions and that Ashley is some kind of incomprehensible rarity…The real kicker was when she actually said. “How do you feel about bringing a Governor down?”

Wow.

Ashley did not bring anyone down. The Governor’s relationship with Silda was destroyed before he ever even called to arrange a meeting. The agency did not reach out to him and say, “Hey, Governor. We know you’re one hundred percent happy with your wife, but you should really try sleeping with other women. Come on, Governor. Come to the dark side. “

The preexisting broken relationship was partially to blame. It was that in addition to his financial irresponsibility and lack of discretion that caused the Governor to bring himself down. It is appalling to me that this grown man made his own decisions to do something that he knew could cost him his career, family and pride, and yet the media insists on pointing the finger at this sweet girl who was only doing her seemingly harmless job. Ashley did not destroy Sptizer. Spitzer destroyed Spitzer. But for most, it’s far easier to blame a young woman for witchcraft than to hold a grown man responsible for his own actions. I’m surprised no one has suggested burning this charming and harmless young lady at the stake yet…or throwing her in a river with bricks attached to her to see if she can float. Sickening.

My French friend exclaimed, “This wouldn’t even be news in France”. Actually, it wasn’t much news to me either. But I’m glad that Ashley finally got her chance to speak out and show just how human she actually is. I hope this gives her peace, and that she can move on with her life as she said she intends to do.

 

A glimpse of Ashley's interview

 

Raquel

]]>Ashley Maniahttp://www.sexandjournalism.com/blog/2008/11/20/ashley-mania.htmlRaquel2008-11-20T01:04:13ZWomen In The Industry MediaAshley's all the rage again and is returning for another 15 minutes. If you're interested in getting to know her, pick up an issue of People this Friday, and of course, don't forget to watch 20/20 the same evening. If you don't like the idea of being glued to the TV on a Friday evening, then do what I'm doing and make a party of it! Stock up on tasty beverages, order take out, invite a few like minded friends and you have yourself a celebration. Afterwards, you can examine ethics, sexuality, American society and politicians-gone-wrong while getting your buzz on. That way, it's naughty and enriching all at the same time.

Here are a couple of teasers, to get you all warmed up for Ashley again.

AshleyDupreinNYPost

DailyNews

 

Raquel

]]>When Those Who Serve Get Servedhttp://www.sexandjournalism.com/blog/2008/11/18/when-those-who-serve-get-served.htmlRaquel2008-11-18T05:22:59ZWomen In The Industry MediaWay to go, government. Congratulations, officers. You’ve officially ruined another good woman’s life for your own nonsensical self-serving reasons. You get the gold medal for supreme hypocritical disappointment.

Here is a woman, who, for eight years, protected your country’s children from sexual abuse. Here is a woman, who, for eight years, saved lives, made a difference, and helped strengthen our future. Here is a woman who put herself in the middle of broken and violent domestic situations to protect those who were helpless. She dared to walk into territories that most of us wouldn’t step foot inside of and made decisions that most of us would not have the courage or spirit to make, all in the interest of protecting our children and serving the country. She did this all from the goodness of her heart. She clearly wasn’t in it for the money. At a feeble caseworker’s income of about $30,000 a year, she could barely afford to pay her modest midwestern bills. But she didn’t care. Her heart was in her work. She did it for the children.

Of course she had to find work on the side. What single adult can live off $30,000? No wonder she turned to a side life of prostitution. What else was she supposed to do?

She had to make money and she had to make it fast. After all, she had a considerate and giving day job that she wanted to focus on. She needed her free time. She had to have her wits about her. After all, she was working with children. So, she turned selling her body.

An attractive woman who could have been making a significant amount more had she been living in a bigger city, she gave her clients bargain rates of less than $200 for sexual favors. Was she selling herself short? You bet! But was she committing a crime? Hardly.

Vanise Dunn wasn’t a prostitute because she was a bad person. She wasn’t a prostitute because she had a drug problem. She chose to sell her body because it was the best way she could think of to support herself while doing this country a favor by serving it for a salary of next to nothing.

In the meantime, there are cops taking money on the side to do things that do cause other people harm, regardlesss of if it's right or not. There are government officials and officers paying for the services of women like Vanise who are walking away unscathed and unexposed simply because they have titles. There are people robbing tax dollars from citizens just to put financially independant, hardworking women in jail. Vanise Dunn is not the criminal here.

Here’s an idea. If you want to keep women off the streets, how about paying them a salary from their day jobs that they can actually live off of! It’s a terrible shame that there are going to be more children being abused, more children being molested and more children that run the risk of rape, emotional disorders and a life of violence and crime because Miss Dunn has been taken away. She never hurt the children. She helped the children. She never hurt her clients. She was only being financially responsible. And now that she has lost her job and been nationally exposed, she will never be the same. Her pride and future has been ripped from her just as the future and safety of the youth of Columbus, Ohio has been ripped from them.

Shame on you, government, for harming the kids and for taking this serving and lovely young woman’s life away from her. It’s far past time for you to prioritize. A woman’s survival is not a crime.


Ohio News/Vanise Dunn

 

Raquel

]]>Spitzer Gets Off... Againhttp://www.sexandjournalism.com/blog/2008/11/8/spitzer-gets-off-again.htmlRaquel2008-11-08T18:11:00ZWomen In The Industry Media FrustrationsPun aside, I'm actually relieved for the former Governor. He’s gone through 9 hard months of embarrassing investigation, unwanted media exposure, belittling probing, a forced resignation and career change and God only knows what he’s had to put up with at home. The man should be left alone because other than being a complete hypocrite, he’s done nothing wrong! He doesn’t belong behind bars so his freedom being granted is long past due. In fact, it’s been long past due for everyone involved in the case, but wouldn’t you know it, nobody else is being released, only Spitzer. Apparently, the main concern with Spitzer was finding out if he used campaign money to pay for his services. Since it couldn’t be proven that the money used was campaign money, he has been allowed to move on and “put this behind him”. (Although, let’s be honest. He will never be able to put this behind him. It’s kind of a big deal and these things don’t just magically disappear.) So, Spitzer is released, but what about the other four charged in this case? What about the owners, Mark and Cecil? They didn’t use anybody’s campaign money to run the business. They made their money fairly and without hurting anyone. What about Tameka and Tonya? They didn’t use anybody’s campaign money! They didn’t run the business or pay for the services. They didn’t provide services. They didn’t do much of anything at all. They just answered phones, yet they haven’t been set free. Why is it that the clients of the business are released but the business itself is condemned? It’s no secret that Johns are held at no fault while their providers are sent to jail, and this fact completely befuddles me, as both are consenting adults. One is no more a victim of or no more responsible for the acts they commit. One does not make the other do what they do. They are both responsible adults agreeing to an action, so why would one be held punishable while the other leaves the scene unscathed?! And the same goes for those running the business. The agencies do not force their clients to use their services. Their clients choose to use them. So if the client is not held responsible for their actions, then how is it that the business can be held responsible for theirs? It infuriates me to know that good people are spending what could be the rest of their lives being punished for a non - crime. And it infuriates me to know that people who play just as large as a role in this non- crime as anyone else are being freed while others are being kept behind bars. I don’t have to tell you that there are enormous faults within the justice system. I’m sure they’re as obvious to you as anyone else with at least half a brain. But I do have to bring up my extreme displeasure with the ridiculous laws in these “Great United States” and I have to make it known that I am just one more person who is furious with all the injustice and suffering inflicted upon innocent people due to an outdated, corrupt, and self- serving government and judicial system. SEX BETWEEN ADULTS IS NOT A CRIME! Nor is organizing sex between two people. But what is a crime if letting the men who pay go while you imprison the women who take the money. Spitzer is free, and that’s a good thing. But that’s only correcting things by a fraction. There are still four good people paying with their lives for his indiscretions and something that isn’t even a crime in the first place. Let the good people go - all of them!

For those of you like myself who enjoy reading the opinions of journalists who take the view of the underdog and who like to challenge the norm, I’ve included a link to an article dealing with the subject of ethics and Spitzer

http://www.salon.com/opinion/greenwald/2008/03/10/spitzer/

And for anyone else who may be particularly drawn to this case and want to be enlightened to why this whole scandal may have really broken out in the first place, here’s another article from the “news that never made the news”.

http://www.projectcensored.org/top-stories/articles/25-bushs-real-problem-with-eliot-spitzer/

Ever want to go straight to Hell in a hand basket? Look into politics.

Passionately Yours,

Raquel

]]>One Eyelash At A Timehttp://www.sexandjournalism.com/blog/2008/10/31/one-eyelash-at-a-time.htmlRaquel2008-10-31T20:47:00ZFears, Hopes And Mushy Stuff Events ClientsThe adhesive went on one eyelash at a time as I questioned what I was doing and if I should really be doing it. I don’t know this guy, I thought. There was no middle man to screen him first. What if he’s a Fed working the website trying to find the hookers that are bound to lurk within the profiles? I want a future and I don’t want it to be in jail. Is it worth it? I put my stun gun in my purse, next to the sanitizer.

The drive to the Biltmore was more nerve wracking than any trip I had taken in New York. A police car drove past me and I froze. Clearly, I have not overcome my post traumatic stress, as my instant reaction was to think that they were watching me again. In my head, I went over the possible scenes multiple times. What is the best way to handle this random guy and all the random situations he could bring? These things never bothered me before the scandal…

I wondered how this business was going to affect my future. I wondered what would happen if I was hired as a companion to a man who I would later discover is a relative to the person I wanted to marry. I imagined the scene of having a family dinner with a man I was newly engaged to and very much in love with, only to be sitting across the table from a former client. I have never thought about that scenario before.

I arrived at the historic hotel in a new outfit; one that looked like it could have belonged on a sexy executive if only I was wearing a jacket. He was pleasantly surprised upon my arrival and so was I. Jack was a big business man. And just to prove that my notion of running into someone I knew was not so far fetched, he began to explain to me why he was in town and where he was earlier in the evening. Coincidentally, he happened to be at an event with F3. I told him I knew someone who was there with him. He went on to mention to me that the community is small, so he probably knew my friend. I squirmed a bit; he took notice, humored me and changed the subject. He said he was missing the intimacy that his incessantly pregnant wife no longer provided him with. He had a “sugar baby” before, but she was young and on drugs. She didn’t know anything about discretion. He liked that I knew the ropes and was up front about what I wanted and how I wanted it done. He liked that I was “edgy” without being “scary”. He told me I was beautiful beyond his expectations. I thought he was attractive too. He was a tall Caucasian man not originally from the coast. He accessorized well. His demeanor was pleasant and mature. He was a gentleman, just the way I like them.

I took his invitation for champagne in his room and it turned out to be an ideal night. We joked with each other about our universities. He went to the rival school.

Since he suggested an ongoing arrangement, I asked if he wanted to know my real name.

“I like Raquel. It almost sounds real.”

“Okay. I like it too.” I said. And we left it at that.

He sent me a sweet natured text on my way back home.

The money was not equivalent to what I would have made with the Emperor’s Club, but under the guise of a part time girlfriend as opposed to an escort, I don’t know that I would ever be able to ask for my old rates. Regardless, I made more in two easy hours than some desk professionals make in a week.

I felt a hint of guilt. Coconut would be jealous. I think that FP might be disappointed. I wish I didn’t have to disappoint the men I care about. I keep telling myself, if my Dad had been able to support me, I wouldn’t have to make these decisions. I wouldn’t have to feel this guilt. But my Dad wasn’t able to provide me with anything, so I’m doing the best I can with what I’ve got. I hope that can be understood.

I went to bed with a strange sense of satisfaction. I love being Raquel. She’s such a fun vixen, and the kind of sassy money making bitch that other girls envy. But there is still the doubt in the back of my mind. I know that I am dancing with fire. I am afraid of losing the things that are most important to me.

The Playboy Mansion awaits. Tonight, I have decided I’m going to allow myself to play with abandon. I am not driving. I’m with a group of girls. They’re bisexual…so what the hell? I have been very studious. Time for reward. I will step into my vanity room, slip on something sexy, and again, apply the adhesive one eyelash at a time.


Raquel

]]>The Ethics Of Dating (As Explained By The French)http://www.sexandjournalism.com/blog/2008/10/26/the-ethics-of-dating-as-explained-by-the-french.htmlRaquel2008-10-26T01:38:00ZMen Media My ProjectsI was a guest on a radio show whose topic was stereotypes in dating. When asked, off the air, what my experiences were with European men, I immediately thought of two men that I had dated, both of whom were French and both who had the same opinions on what a French man’s love life should consist of. I explained to the host that I had two French lovers who both tried to convince me that it is the European way for a man to take multiple lovers. All French men must have mistresses, according to them. In a French accent, I went on to mimick my most memorable of the two lovers.

“Dahling, zee baguette is to beeg to be conzumed by only oune. Every Frenzh man takes a miztrezz. So… sink about et. “

I told her that he, of course, conveniently said this as he was paying for our dinner and $100 bills fell out of his wallet onto the table.

She asked if I did it.

To which I replied, “You must not have seen my shoes!”

“Look,” I explained, “I’m not saying that it’s right, but walk a mile in these Louboutin’s and tell me that it’s wrong.”

Another chuckle and she gave me a look that said to me she knew exactly what I was talking about, as she, a single woman, reached into her Louis Vuitton with her jewel adorned fingers and pulled out her Christian Dior makeup to primp before the show began again.

]]>Dumped For A Martinihttp://www.sexandjournalism.com/blog/2008/10/20/dumped-for-a-martini.htmlRaquel2008-10-20T17:49:00ZMen FrustrationsI am beside myself. Never have I been so offended by someone’s behavior. I was willing to let his obnoxious, aggressive and selfish political views slide. I was willing to let it slide that he believes that Catholicism is the only one true religion. I was willing to let it slide that he spoke loudly so to draw the entire rooms attention to himself. Besides all those things, he was great. He was cute, attentive, fun, a good listener, a good kisser…rich. He liked good food, went to nice places, dressed well, traveled the world, spoke French and was dedicated to being actively involved with cancer foundations. I liked that being with him was comfortable and felt natural and easy. The fact that he liked to drink didn’t bother me because I like to drink too. I just didn’t know to what extent he liked to drink until last Saturday, when he kicked me out of bed for the sake of going out to the bar to meet up with his sister and get trashed with her group of friends. We had already been drinking, and I had enough. The plan, I thought, was to head home after our cocktails to spend some quality time together. But in the midst of our…um…getting to know each other, he suggested that we stop, go to the bar again to throw back a couple more martinis and then come back to his place to finish what we had started. This was of course, after he suggested that we take some Ambien for recreation. Apparently, me naked in his bed lying next to him isn't nearly as interesting as taking pills and getting smashed. He constantly jokes about rehab being for quitters. His cabinet is stocked with pills. I guess I should have paid more attention to the flags. I said that I should probably go home because I wasn’t in the same frame of mind that he was and I couldn’t keep up with him. I hadn’t yet told him how offended I was. I was trying to be calm and remain cordial. He walked me out the door and as I pulled away, he did too. Off to the bar he went, as I drove an hour to get home because he was more interested in getting trashed than in spending a nice, coherent time with me. I am shocked and offended beyond any shock and offense I have ever experienced with a date before. I waited for him to call the next day, like he said he would and when he didn’t, I admit I became even more hurt and vindictive and sent some nasty text messages confronting him on his chemical dependencies and what terrible behavior he displayed toward me. Today, he has sent a few texts calling me dramatic and mean spirited. He didn’t apologize for what he did to me. He didn’t say, “You know what, maybe I do drink too much. Thanks for caring.” He just told me that I was mean and that he wished me the best of luck. To top that off, I got a text message from Coconut stating that he was not going to be able to talk to me anymore because he needed to straighten up his life. He said that (after going to Mexico and Turks and Caicos) he was going on a 3 week sabbatical in the Himalayas to get his head back on. He said that I was important to him, that I am a great person and the he is an asshole who just is who he is. He said that he hopes I find success because my happiness means a lot to him and that I would be in his memory forever. When I texted him back to ask him to clarify his message, I of course, got no response. Then F3 showed up at my door and couldn’t figure out why I was so stressed. Of course, I can’t tell him these things, so I was vague, which led him to tell me once again how incredibly difficult it is to get to know me and how terribly guarded of a person I am. Great. This is just what I needed to hear. Regardless of the bad timing, what was I supposed to say? Am I supposed to tell him that the reason I’m so guarded is because my entire life is one big, controversial secret? Hardly. I instead told him that most people want to know you until they get to know you and then they realize that they were better off not knowing you. I told him that he just needed to accept that he was in a better position knowing less about me. “Mystery is sexy,” I said. He told me that I was just like his life partner. He has two kids with her and lives with her, and he still barely knows her. I probably could have handled the conversation better. I get snappy when I become emotional, though.

I am supposed to be studying right now but all I’m doing is vibrating. I am so frustrated with men, their irresponsibility and their inability to communicate. It’s bad enough that I can’t maintain a decent dating relationship with someone I like, but add to it that I can’t even get a decent client, and guess how I’m feeling right now! What does it take for a nice girl to meet a guy who’s actually…I don’t know…sane, available, expresses some class and is willing to communicate? Is that asking for four qualities too many? I am vibrating so much I am about to explode. Thank God I don’t keep alcohol in my apartment. I’m in a vulnerable state where I’m feeling emotional enough to reach out to anything that would help ease the pain of my disappointment and allow myself to spin down a very dark spiral.

God, I just want something to go right for once. Tears for the tragedy that is Raquel’s life! Can I get some violins, please? It would be lovely background music for me while I kick the walls and cry at the same time.

Kicked out of bed!!! FOR A MARTINI!

Raquel

]]>Billionaires Behaving Badly, A Disappointing Appointment And A Display Of My Twisted Sense Of Humorhttp://www.sexandjournalism.com/blog/2008/10/17/billionaires-behaving-badly-a-disappointing-appointment-and.htmlRaquel2008-10-17T21:18:00ZMedia Events Frustrations Clients
Much to say but little time to write, so I'm going to try to make this entry quick. It troubles me that I have to sacrifice so many details here, but homework calls.

I went with a producer friend to the Bel Air home of a billionaire family, their uber rich heir friends and several celebrities. It was a birthday party and a complete freak show as well as a tragic display of the vapidity that Hollywood is contrived of. (Don't let their eccentricities fool you, it is only a show to disguise and make up for the lack of soul and genuine personality). I have questioned whether people pretend to be crazy and get themselves into tabloids because of their intent to promote their careers. I can now verify that this is false or at least not entirely true. These people make it into tabloids, not in an attempt to get attention for an upcoming project, but because they actually are real life train wrecks. Their obvious disengagement with reality was, while somewhat entertaining, mostly just sad. The most saddening part, though, was that there was an incredible amount of wealth between those at the dinner table, and instead of any of them using their ability and blessings to help make a positive change and difference in the world, they instead choose to spend their fortune on drugs, alcohol, publicists (because they just can't see enough of themselves in magazines) and toys. I talk a lot about people with wealth. Most of the wealthy people I've met have been more grounded and considerably less self absorbed, but not the people I was dining with. Dinner with this group made me want to cry. I get so angry with Hollywood, making stars of the most dense life forms. Why can't we give our attention to people who actually do something with their lives besides making sex tapes and getting publicly arrested for DUI's? I will eternally be saddened by those who are given such abundance and power and let it all go to waste. It was a surreal night, full of disturbing observations of American royalty; the flamboyant, selfish and hollow. After the dinner, on our way back home, my friend reminded me again that "money doesn't buy class"... That's for sure.

On an entirely unrelated subject, I took a client yesterday from a friend who owns a concierge service. "This isn't my business"  he's said to me, "...consider me more of an enabler." I liked the idea of working with someone who isn't a professional in the industry. Also, knowing that I would get to keep all my money instead of giving half away made the offer sound good, but the benefits to this arrangement were not as great as they seemed. For what ended up being 4 hours of my company, the client got a bargain basement rate of $1,500. Even though I explained that this was was the money I make per hour, not per evening, it was all I was offered. Being a hungry student, I decided to take the offer under the premise that this man had just bought a company in California and would be making trips here and wanting to see me several times throughout the month. He was a nice man, and everything went well until the end of the night when we finally made it back to the hotel after being out for drinks and dinner. I don't know if it was all that wine or my tactic, but he was unable to achieve a certain physical state and I was unwilling to stay longer than 4 hours to help him get there. I think he became somewhat offended that I didn't just want to volunteer as much time as it took to get him to do what he so desperately wanted to do. I became offended that he didn't think my time was valuable. He ultimately asked if we can see each other again, but I'm not sure if I want to. I didn't at all like the fact that I didn't have a middle man to call us and tell us when the time was up and that if he wanted me to stay longer he had to pay more immediately. I didn't like that the client was given my real name and phone number and I didn't like it that he thought that I should stick around longer so that we could be "mutually satisfied". I hate it when guys think that they are going to be able to do for their escort what their escort can do for them. I am not going to get off when some guy I just met and barely know tries to do things to me that I don't really want done to me. I think these guys are confused by the term "mutually satisfying". The escort client relationship is indeed mutually satisfying, but our satisfaction comes in different forms. His satisfaction is white and messy, mine is green and fits nicely in the side pocket of my handbag (not to say that there aren't other non sexual forms of satisfaction I get, but they are secondary to the money and will have to be discussed at a later date). I hate it when they pretend it's something else, like, for instance, that I'm dying to get laid by them. I will probably tell my concierge friend that I am not interested in seeing any more of his clients unless business with them is conducted the same was it was with the Emperor's Club.  Everything must be clearly defined, my time must be respected, my identity must be protected, and my rate does not change. My energy, attention, charm, affection, knowledge and body are priceless. If they ask for discounts because they don't already think they're getting a great deal for my companionship, then I don't need them.

I am taking this Friday night off the social scene to catch up on my reading assignments. Tomorrow is yet another birthday party and will be a different story.

And finally, I'd like to leave you with a little entertainment; a clip taken from one of my favorite time killing websites.
 
Telekinetic Pornography

Best,

Raquel

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