Spring and change

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When I began this blog post, there was a 6-ft unicorn in the pool outside and a ginormous grin on my face. Michael Kors sandals under my toes and sun beams on my nose.

For some reason, the vast majority of my blogging happens when I’m out of my usual routine. It was only when I opened my semi-neglected MacBook that I realised that I still have about five or six draft blog posts saved on the hard drive. All unfinished. My experiences with sugar dating. Love Hotels. My own ‘experimental’ outing. Japanese ingenuity. My visit to a swingers club.

Typing was slightly painful when I began typing this post as I had several blisters on the fingers of my right hand- a remnant of gripping the handles of a jet ski tightly while my Mum was at the wheel. I’m from a super-close knit family, which is why I find it so difficult to live outside of Queensland.

There were thirteen (my favourite number) of us that hired a big house in the Whitsundays. A week of laughter, games, home cooking, wine, karaoke and adventures. It was decided that one night we would have a ‘white party’. Unfortunately I hadn’t tried my white dress on before the night. Cue my younger sister in the bathroom with me, insisting that the only way to squeeze me into it was to remove my bra. My first time attending a party sans bra!

A particularly pesky possum had been lurking around on the deck all evening, and at about 9 pm, the men of the house decided to shoo him back into the garden. It would been one hell of a shock for the poor possum. One moment scourging for scraps, the next being chased by the alabaster-clad members of the Backstreet Boys, circa 1999.

 White Party ready. 

White Party ready. 

 
 Possum not pictured.

Possum not pictured.

If anything, this year has taught me the importance of having good people around me. To those beautiful people that checked in on me when I first moved to Sydney (and continue to do so)- thank you. To those special souls that I’ve met since moving to Sydney thank you also.

I do have a great sense of loyalty to the few clients that I have. It is always a great feeling when they return that loyalty. Whether it’s making a booking on a regular basis, saying “Hi!” via social media, sending me photos of what’s happening in their lives, or even inviting me for a platonic lunch, coffee or cocktail when we’re in the same place- I appreciate it all.

If I can digress to the topic of Twitter for a second. While undeniably an important marketing tool, social media of any variety can be all-consuming. Buuut....it’s important to keep it all in perspective. I remember reading a quote that went something like, “I hope your life is as good as it looks on Facebook.” Obviously, living a duplicitous lifestyle (as either escort or client) means that one ‘self’ is more authentic than the other. In my particular case, the tweets and blogs that I write as Mischa are very close to me. Change the name and I’m essentially the same person (although Mischa is much naughtier…).

I have genuinely met THE best people on Twitter. And while I enjoy sharing my life, and being let into the lives of others, I still like a reasonable amount of discretion. Take a stroll (or scroll) through my Twitter feed and hopefully you will find that it’s difficult to work out who I have met in person and who I haven’t. That’s purely my personal preference and exactly the way that I like it.

I recently read a really great blog post, written by one of the founders of the rotation curation Twitter account, @BeingTokyo. The link is below, and I promise that it’s a quick read:

https://fernandogros.com/why-i-deleted-the-twitter-app-from-my-phone-along-with-122-others/

From the above article, the following quote really stuck with me:

We’ve gone from sharing what we do to living so we can share.
— Fernando Gros

Would you agree?

While the vast majority of my Twitter interactions bring me great joy, I often feel the need to step back and leave Twitter untouched for hours, sometimes days at a time. Increasingly I find that the less time I spend on Twitter, the happier I am. Maybe this is due to the fact that I’m seeing less tweets pertaining to the antics of @realDonaldTrump? Or perhaps, (and more likely), it is because instead of looking at a screen, I am off doing something where interpersonal interaction is required? I’m not sure.

However, Twitter and email still remain two of the easiest ways to contact me. The quickest way to contact me is undoubtedly via Twitter DM (my notifications are still on!).

Back to the point of this post!

The season has changed from Winter to Spring, and I’ve made a few changes of my own. Beginning with no longer parking my car under Jacaranda trees.

I’ve added a calendar to the bottom of my Contact page. This is always up-to-date, and at present it is filled in a month in advance.

I am slowly beginning to use some of the new photos that I have had taken this year. One of these shoots was a tale in itself- asking my Dad to drop me to an empty beach at dawn with a full face of makeup. (Ask me to tell you the story in person- it gets funnier).

In response to a question that I received via DM, no, I will not be creating an OnlyFans account. Mainly because I suspect that I would be my ‘Only Fan’! Haha!

I have however, made a new page on my website, Extras. This is home to a very dodgy selection of selfies and links to both my Pinterest page and DeliveryCode wishlist. Please don’t misconstrue the reason that I’ve included this last item. I neither want nor expect gifts. The fact that you choose to spend time with me is definitely gift enough! The inclusion of DeliveryCode is solely in case I need to ask you for a deposit to secure our time together. Your information is protected and completely invisible to my eyes.

I will be taking more lessons in kink. There are so many things that I want to learn, more for my own curiosity (and to share with those interested), as opposed to ever working as a PSE provider.

I plan to take a short course in remedial massage in January- purely for my own curiosity and for the benefit of anyone who might end up alone with me. If only I could offer a private health fund rebate…

And finally, I’ll be continuing to learn Japanese. And to do battle with my MacBook.

I can't believe we're in November already. The start of the festive season. I hope that yours is off to a great start.

Cheers!

x Mischa

P.S. To my long-suffering, long-distance friend C. Thanks aren’t enough.