Cardi and Bill C?

People are so quick to crucify...and slay people with

inaccurate accusations that can be so damn hurtful.  Bill Cosby was a serial rapist,
a billionaire by then from his #1 show The Cosby Show.  If the 80s
weren’t the time
of certain Black entertainer dominance in the shadow of corruption then the
power Cardi B felt in her millenial
rockstar/new stripper energy period (NSE!)
was definitely no different.  
These are men and women 19-27 super
hot, just woke up like that and for the first time WAKING UP to the sexual power that
goes with that body and that period of your life.  Cardi B is still mad young to me but
when she was robbing and sexually assaulting dudes she was even younger than her
current age, with even less positive guidance
about how to act. Comparing Cardi B to Bill Cosby is
hurtful because it equates the imbalance of power felt by men and women of color

as equal.  I watched real Cardi B videos where she calls herself “stripper hoe”
and “prostitute” so her sex work is on the table even if she recently is trying to
say that she isn’t a sex worker, doesn’t have herpes, and one other alleged/false
accusation. I’m not sure what her STD status is, I do know she was/is a sex worker.  
When she talked about robbing and raping guys on her selfie videos, I can tell you from
experience about the at risk “outcall bitch life” cuz I lived it for 6 or more long years in LA.

Cardi B is a whore revolutionary making money and dreams come

true by any.means.necessary.

I use to live by this mantra as well...until I uncovered the anger, pain

and hurt underneath my tough bitch facade and started to work from

that place instead.  My life changed. My clients changed.  

My entire purpose changed.  

Like me, Cardi B has changed since she made her various videos.  

She says she wasn’t proud of what she had done, but at the same

time she says that the men were “willing and conscious” when she

was drugging them and that is just not true.    Whore revolutionary

is Kali and needs to listen to reason from NO MAN.  I get her. I was her.

But even on the streets there is a line.  People who get the reputation of

“crazy” and people who prefer to keep to certain principles.  Thou shalt

not kill, thou shalt not rape.  Unless, your life is being threatened.  And

this last line can be interpreted in various ways depending on where

you are in the trauma recovery scale.  Sex Work teaches you to create

harder lines around what you will and won’t do, and calculate the risk

fee and add it to the take home.  It is unclear to me if she was just drugging

and assaulting random men she met at the stripclub,

or ALSO her ex boyfriends that cheated on her. The video

that I've seen, talks about guys from the club.

 If it was her clients then the game she was playing was making

the streets that much more dangerous for the women who worked around her. For some

reason, at the time, Cardi didn't

feel like she could make cash by just being Cardi B

and had to go the extra mile and drug and rob the dude.

Women who did this usually were just so adamant about

NOT FUCKING clients that they would go to elaborate

lengths like this to NOT have sex so they could NOT be

mistaken for prostitutes. There is a strong belief

for a lot of strippers that stripping is something

better than full insertion sex work. I know I believed

this when I was a stripper in a club.

There was enough social media backlash to make her

think about this action and change it if she wishes to really

grow as an artist and person.

Being straight forward helps contribute to

enjoying your work (because work is safer and happier).

Having a threesome with a transgender sex worker sounds like an elaborate

thing to do to a client, and sounds more like an ex boyfriend hustle than

anything, and yes, I call it sexual assault. If these men were her clients, there
is no excuse to actually offend first, from whatever position you are in society.
 It’s not necessary for my goal achievment.

But people's goals are different.
Was she trying to be "gangsta"
or was she fundraising for her studio time? This level of violence
falls in the gangster category, as gangsta bitches are more crazy
than strippers and hoes. And stripper hoes. Gangstas have
a different set of rules. Prison yard rules for the prison
yard bound. Prison yard rules for the IDGAFs.
To stay alive you have to start giving a fuck.
You even start to care about people around you.
Having each other's back's is revolutionary.
Staying alive is whore revolutionary.
By any means neccesary was defensive
not offensive.

I did work where

at the last minute the strippers we were with had to inform the guy that the $250

that they just paid was just to cover us showing up and not actually staying.   

Sometimes, drivers would collect $800 from a group of guys and inform them

of the same thing.  Then we’d be running from this angry mob of bros trying to

get their money back.  It was pretty awful but regularly occurring because we

were the ones lying and scamming not them.  Premeditated drugging definitely is in the

land of Cosby, but their circumstances are so different.

Cosby wasn't in fear of his life when he was drugging his victims.

Cosby was at the top of his career and life.

Cardi was clawing her way out of the gutter

using ghetto survival tactics.

The odds weren't stacked against Cosby in a ride or die

economy. Bill Cosby's victims probably didn't have guns or

pit bulls or both.

They're as different as Jello and asshole, the ignorance is astounding.
But Cardi doesn't get a pass from me, and I believe that the
whore revolution doesn't involved cutthroat gangster actions
against the very men that feed us. But, it requires empathy
for those of us who have walked
the not always so glamorous path of self
determination.

Lookin' like Money Bag, Money Bag, Money Bag$$$

Happy Year of the Boar everyone!  I started my year off right with a New Years Eve with a lovely dinner with friends, ringing a bell at a temple and going off to a club where a cute Japanese guy's pick up line to me was "Do you like marijuana?" LOL Considering that Japanese guys rarely hit on me here in Japan, and the fact that I LOVE weed, it was kind of like a no brainer that I'd end up with him for the rest of 2018.  My secret goal every New Year's Eve (if I'm single, which, I usually am) is to find a new body to start the year off with laying next to.  To me, if that happens, even if its just cuddling, I'm super stoked about the New Year and how it went.  In 2016 and 2017, I went home alone even though in 2016, I was lookin super cute and in 2017 I was even a stripper on a pole with men and women totally into me all night but one can never predict how things will end in a country where for some reason or other my goddess charm doesn't work as well as it does in North America.  I remember one night in Seattle when I was alone, I could take my pick from potential mates for the night as there were lots of them to choose from and I felt that the ball was in my court.  This year's guy hit on me to go home almost as soon as I walked in the door so I had to tell him, "I just got here so, find me in an hour, and I'll probabl go with you."  Sometimes in Japan, it's really easy, but most of the time 85% of the time I am ignored and it is really hard.  I'm really really grateful it was an easy night and I was able to end my 2018 with cocaine, cuddling, a good film, orgasm and some weed.  I hadn't had sex in a long time because most of the guys that I was trying to connect with on the online dating apps were disrespecful morons with their pick up lines equating to "You wanna fuck?" after a few exchanges just trying to establish trust and personality.  One of my biggest pet peeves is when a dude asks something explicit before I've even met them.  Just like a dick pic, even if I want to actually have sex with someone, its just bad form, rude and not well received by the majority of females in the world, even prostitutes.  When I was an escort, because prostitution laws forbid direct explicit communication about sex acts I could just cut men off who were explicit with their language. Take notes: if you can't be a gentleman in your approach you're not getting near me naked.  For money or for free.
I been listening to a lot of Cardi B lately.  She's my new favorite get pumped on female sex goddess energy.  She's a 25 year old stripper hoe rapper, the new Lil Kim talking about money, stripping, fighting and working in sex work from nothing to something.  I can definitely relate to that.  Of course, she makes stripping seem all glamorous and fun when in reality, those of us who have stripped know very well it's not all money bag, money bag, money bags every night.  Some nights it's nothing but cigarette smoke and empty ass chairs.  Staring at the ceiling full of cob webs.  Dancing to no one out there.  The 20s are a good time in retrospect.  You have the best body you'll ever have and the feeling of being a new sex worker is such an unbeatable high that you will never have again, I know where she is in her life and I'm able to reminsce without jealousy cuz I know how hard knock the life is that comes with that money, sex, and supposed power.  I remember feeling the pressure of wanting to get out stripping most of the time that I was even in it.  And what did I do after that?  I became an escort for 6 years.


Truth be told, I didn't have anyone make it rain on me BIG MONEY until I became an escort.  I made double as an agency escort that I did as a stripper.  I made $10,000 one time from a dude who paid me $1000 for every line of cocaine that I could snort with him.  At the time, I didn't do coke with clients.  Or at all really.  And that was sort of the beginning of the 6 year run of more sex, money, drugs and danger for me in Los Angeles.  I never got addicted to anything, but I did have a continuous bought with trauma and danger that I am really glad that I got out with so little long term damage or death.  Escorting was much much more volatile and profitable than my 3 years in the San Francisco stripclub ever was.  But, SF started it all and that Cardi B feeling like money bag, money bag, money bags is possibly the best high a girl can ever have.  I was 22 when I became a sex worker through stripping and I was untouchable for a while.  An adrogynous baby punk who never identified as sexy in the same way after the first $160 I made my first night stripping led to a 20 year career doing various things in the industry.  Fast forward to 2018.  This was the year that I was tired of working my 5 day a week job in Tokyo and I couldn't get an in into the sex industry here, so I just decided to go to a different country and try my luck where to be blunt, there were more white guys that would think I was the most exotic thing and hopefully profit off that like I did when I was in the U.S I remember listening to Cardi B before deciding to charge the whole trip on my credit card, including the hotel that I would work at and the ad that I placed.  This was my usual formula for touring and profiting and it was usually at least a break even deal.  My first few days in Sydney had no clients, and the days to come were going to be scraping by in scarcity, living off of my credit card and the "generosity" of dudes that I met off of the ok cupid dating site.  One guy invited me to stay at his house by the beach, and just didn't really know how to communicate well enough to get me in bed with him.  He always had different women at his house, or his 7 year old son so it was really strange that I'm sure he expected us to fuck but he didn't really have a clear space to do this or to get me to even feel like "paying him back."  He ended up dumping my luggage at the bottom of the stairs on the 3rd day and I had to ask a guy at the busstop to pay my way to the station because money was really that bad that I did not have A SINGLE DOLLAR in cash to even pay for the bus ride.  This ordeal was a reminder or my old traumatic life of risk and hustle.  This is what people don't know about fast money in, there's a shit ton of risk to get it and it often goes out as fast as it goes in.  Dude invited me to his nice beach house and kicked me out in the worst way just as fast.  I ended up getting hosted by some friends on FB who I'd met in Tokyo months earlier that I didn't think were really going to be so nice, but from there it was just all healing and soothing.  I was so grateful.  My new couch hostess gave me enough weed to smoke for the week that I could heal my wounds from being dumped on the street and not making the money I thought I might make re-entering the sex industry.  I had landed a few shifts in a massage parlor, which was really a brothel, but I didn't get a single fucking client.  Just a few guys who I did introductions with but no one picked me, which is basically what I remember about brothel life, watching lots of TV and waiting to be picked.  I think in retrospect it was good that I survived everything without really getting hurt or losing too much money although I am still paying that credit card bill now.  Here's me on the cover of a SF magazine lookin like money bags in my 20s.   20 years later, I can reflect on an entire career in this industry, working with men, men, men for so long it truly surprised me that I moved to Japan and had the results that I did with my attractiveness.  I can say it's because you can't stay hot forever, and I guess it's true, certainly you can't stay hot in the same way you were in your 20s, but I'm happy at 42.5 to have survived so much to tell you about.