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).

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Of life and love. (Part 2)

Will anyone ever accept me if they are aware that I spent part of my life as a temporary girlfriend?

I have hope that they will.

For the rest of my life, I want to be judged on how I treat people. On how hard I work. On my qualifications.

I’m not convinced by the above quote from the most gorgeous man. I’m not actively looking for love, but would not reject it if I felt it. Love has completely taken me by surprise before, and I expect that many people have the same experience.

Maybe we’re all looking for something- happiness. But maybe it’s not going to arrive in a parcel that we recognise. Don’t be afraid to unwrap it, look at what’s inside. Love can turn up in the oddest of places.

Defy convention.

Throw caution to the wind and live. And love.

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Of life and love. (Part 1)

This blog post was inspired by a Twitter conversation that I had recently with a client. All content is used with permission. I will issue a grammar warning however. Neither the dear client nor myself are partially illiterate, just busy. And we all know that iPhone keyboards were not designed for muscly male fingers.
(That's not really an excuse for my mistakes, though...).

Sure. But can you really differentiate between someone like myself who splits her time between five different men, and a lady who works in a parlour? No. Prostitution is prostitution.

And what of some of my married friends, who will use sex as a negotiation tool/incentive/reward in exchange for new handbags, jewellery and holidays?

My closest friend got married to her doting husband several years ago. However, he was not a regular church-goer, and refused to go and meet with the minister to discuss the upcoming ceremony. In order to change his mind, my friend offered to participate in ‘A-Levels’ if he met with the minister. Problem solved.

I have another friend who used to issue her partner with what she called ‘bointy points’. Mowing the lawn would earn him 20 bointy points. Doing the dishes would earn him 10 bointy points. When he had accumulated 100 bointy points, then bedroom activities that evening were a certainty.

Is there a whole lot of difference between the above scenarios and what escorts across the world do on a daily basis?

I have entered this phase of my life with the knowledge that having a relationship would be out of the question for the next 3 years. Most of the time, I’m absolutely ok with that. I work a full-time RL job, I study full-time, I spend time with friends, my pets, and my family whom I absolutely adore. I see my darling clients.

I’ve been in a long-term relationship before, and I hope that I will be in one again. Sometimes I do miss it. The laughter, the banter, the intimacy. Someone who knows exactly how you like to drink your tea, and remembers which pillow is yours.

I have couples around me that inspire me. They talk about each other, they have shared goals. Their faces light up in a huge grin when they see each other.

I have very few clients. I won’t go into specifics, but it is less than ten in total. Of these, there are three that I would retire my 'Miss Maxwell' persona for.
Or enter into an exclusive ‘mistress’ type arrangement.
Or just see more of them and 'see how it goes'.

I interact with each client differently. I have a unique relationship with each one. Things in common, chemistry, rapport. You can’t force something that is not there. Chemistry is electric and magical. It can’t be manufactured, and it doesn’t grow on trees.
If you feel/find an extraordinary chemistry with someone, don’t let it go!

Would I survive without escort work? Yes, of course.

I work full-time in RL. I own my car and have no credit card debt. My home renovations are almost complete. I’m more of a saver than a spender. I would probably defer payment for my university subjects to HECS, rather than pay them upfront. My dreams of a rhinoplasty would be on hold until after I have graduated. But that would be absolutely fine. Both of these pale in comparison to being with someone that you can’t get enough of.

Money isn’t everything, and if you find another person on this earth that you adore, you should cling on to them with both hands.

To be continued...

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