2017- W.T.A.F?


What. The. Actual. Fuck?

To loosely paraphrase Queen Elizabeth II back in 1992, much of 2017 (for me) has been what can only be described as ‘annus horribilis’.

To loosely quote Clint Eastwood in Heartbreak Ridge (1986), it’s been a ‘clusterfuck’.

I don't want to admit this, but there were times this year when I really struggled to be a great escort. Not through any lack of enthusiasm for the job or my clients, but simply because I spent much of the year running on empty. The things that had sustained me through my first two years as an escort were gone. A RL job, career and workplace that I was utterly passionate about. The joy of having lifelong close friends within walking distance from my house. The close physical support and love of my beloved family, who I have missed Every. Single. Day.

I honestly believe that the best escorts are optimistic, engaged, present, open-minded, caring, sober, well-supported, and in love with life as well as their clients (in a non-stalkerish, non-possessive kind of way). Being an escort involves bringing the best of yourself to the table… and by God did I struggle to do that at times this year. (Although I did try my best to hide it).

2017 has been a year of firsts for me. First time actually paying for advertising as an escort. First time living alone in a big city. First time having an income tax bill instead of a refund. First time negotiating heart-wrenching loneliness. First time enduring a RL job that I have detested for much of the year. First time sharing joint dog custody. First time travelling to Singapore and New Zealand as Mischa. First time going on RL dates in years and years. First time doubting my decision to become an escort. First time having surgery on my own. First time crying with RL workplace frustration on an almost weekly basis. (And I'm a pretty resilient cookie).

But Oh. My. Goodness have I met some incredible people in 2017. I have been truly blessed and thank my lucky stars that our paths have somehow collided in this crazy world.

TO my beautiful, beautiful clients that I have known for a year or more- words of thanks aren’t enough. You have been so supportive, (and far beyond what you signed up for when hiring an escort). To anyone who has given me a ‘pep talk’ this year- I OWE YOU. You have been my light and fresh air when I when I was stuck in a bit of a dark fog. 

Ironically, as soon as I left for Tokyo, several important changes were made at my RL workplace which will make 2018 a lot easier for me. It’s likely that 2018 will involve more time spent in Queensland (family ahoy!) as well as Melbourne, where I shall be awaiting with puckered lips, ready to smother my still-incubating niece with kisses when she is finally born in February.

Post- Tokyo, I’ve been recharging at the Parental Palace for a few weeks and I feel great. Back to my lighthearted self and ready to continue providing support, adventure and intimacy for those beautiful souls that I occasionally find myself horizontal (or vertical) with. Bring on 2018!

Travel, clarity and change.

The time has absolutely flown and I’m back in Queensland enjoying the sun-, err, rain. My sojourn to Tokyo was magical, as it always is. There is something about landing at Narita Airport that lifts ones spirits immensely and erases any lingering memories of trying to sleep on a crowded plane.

I can’t accurately describe the trip as a holiday. It was more of an… adventure. I met extraordinary people. I climbed a mountain. Ate unusual foods. Got naked with beautiful Japanese women twice daily to soak in an onsen. Explored Love Hotels. Explored Love Hotels to the extent that a follow-up blog post will be required.

On a personal note, it was an interesting time for me. Mentally, I mean. A friend that I was meeting in Tokyo had to cancel; I would now be travelling alone. Two days before I flew out, there was a sudden death amongst my circle of friends. I was torn whether or not to go.

As it was, some time after arriving in Japan one client lost a family member, and another client ‘broke up’ with me. Both of these episodes left me feeling sad. Gentlemen- spare a thought for your lovely lady friends- they often have more on their brains than just liberating your cash. ;-/

But as Lupe Fiasco says, “The show goes on.” And it did.

I packed too much. I always do. Realistically, I could have survived with one set of casual clothes, two ‘date’ outfits and an armful of lingerie. Essentials that would not have equated to 25kgs, I’m sure.

I had forgotten about something. Something that I didn’t remember until I spent my first night in Shibuya.

I had forgotten all about travel’s ability to bring about clarity. That was when I began brainstorming, scribbling notes on my iPad. I did manage to decipher most of them, and offer this quick roundup:

In short, I need to begin the process of wrapping things up* here in Queensland. Realistically, I have done all I can here in regards to my RL (real-life) career. There are far more opportunities in my RL field in capital cities. So, by the end of 2017, I expect to have relocated to either Sydney or Melbourne.

But for now, my first task is to throw myself back into my university studies. Hence, there may not be as many inane, cat-centric tweets from me. Hurrah!

My second task is to begin ridding myself of material possessions that aren’t absolutely essential. Pairs of Louboutins that I don’t wear. Handbags that I don’t use. It’s amazing how much lingerie one can accumulate in an 18-month career as a temporary girlfriend. I’m quite looking forward to standing in my empty apartment with just a box of books, my phone and my cat.

I’m so fortunate that I have travels to look forward to. Melbourne tomorrow, Brisbane in three weeks, Sydney in September. Tokyo again in December and January. Availabilities remain, by the way. J

I must conclude by saying a huge “domo arigato gozaimasu!” to the people that I met in Japan. You are all stars. I love you all. I have been “loved” by a few of you. I have my fingers firmly crossed that I will see you again in December. I’m working on my Japanese already…


 *(If anyone reads this, please don’t send me a “sorry to see you go” –type message. I’m talking a time frame of 12-18 months, not tomorrow. And besides, travel is so easy that such a move is not really a big deal).