GLAD to be in LA again! HOME! BED! HOME!

For 2 weeks I left my car at my trusty friend and occasional driver Bill's house in Santa Monica, leaving the automobile world ofconvenience and flexibility of scheduling. I would be using the subways and busses in Chicago and New York City, in cities where most people claimed that you "didn't need a car." I had visited both before and indeed chose to take public transportation during the summer months in years past, so this concept wasn't new to me. I've also had to do this in LA for short periods of time when my car was being repaired but I never knew how much I prefer the convenience and luxury of a car until this last trip to NYC. In Chicago the weather fluctuated a whopping 30 degrees from 95 and humid hot to 65 and rainy gray! I thought that I had brought the wrong clothes, but it seemed that i had, in my overstuffed huge suitcase enough outfits for hot, cold and being fabulous/stage time in both cities.(I am cabaret singer and stage performer in my other life)

NYC was the most exhausting. I was staying in Brooklyn and most of the things I was doing were located in Manhattan. Some nights it took me almost 2 hours to get back to where I was staying. If I lived here, I would be seeking out the apartment of some lover in Manhattan where I would have an extra key to sleep and eat at, change clothes, relax and GET AWAY from all the masses of people in the heart of the city, make a home cooked meal. I'm a nester, I need to nest in a homely environment. I like to relax, do things on my computer, change my clothes in private spaces, not in public bathrooms or cafes and parks. I would love to stay at my Manhattan boyfriend's house and be there waiting to give him a special incall appt in exchange for his hospitality, a short quick cab ride from his office, an extended lunch rondevous. I had one such encounter with a lovely divorced sales man who lived in luxury condo near Times Square. I was hoping it was going to be an all day all night thing but it was still fun.

I love to watch internet porn and make myself cum in my own bedroom/hotel room at least once a day, if I can. The worst thing about staying at friend's houses is the lack of privacy. Self pleasure is neglected so once I get in my own hotel room, the first thing I do is test out the bed for us by getting myself off! Yes, the first person that cums on the hotel bed is ALWAYS me, FYI. It seems like New Yorkers are used to doing 3-4 tasks/appts a day on the subway for 8-12 hours a day. This was an interesting experiment to see if I could still work and exist at the same pace, but without my car. It is nothing short of exhausting! But, I am also a tourist at the same time, so I pack my days with lots and lots of stuff.

NYC and Chicago are definitely changes of pace for me and having just returned from both trips networking successful contacts and opportunities for my future art and performing career, it may be quite possible that I have planted seeds for my return hopefully before the end of 2011. I am thinking August for Chicago and sometime in the brrr winter for NYC. I like the Chicago accent, and the broad shoulders of the guys in the Midwest. I like how the girls seem to be tougher cuz they have to shovel snow off of driveways on their own, and how polite and humble some of the guys appear to be. Extremely sexy, all of the above.

New York has a lot of younger men who are making money in the finnancial industries. In California, most of the guys I meet that are under 30 and making enough money to pay the regular rates of an escort are those that make their disposable income by growing or selling marijuana! What a refreshing change. When I was in my twenties, I was 2 years into an amazing stripping career in San Francisco

and loving my life single with no children, empowered and free (idealizing some kind of happiness with a 24 year old pot grower). (kind of like I am now, many years later as an escort, minus the loser boyfriend!). I would say that most of the clients I met in NYC were successful dates. Exactly what I needed, in different ways, sweet guys who were very understanding about my need to screen them for safety. There had been TWO attacks from men posing as clients in Manhattan hotel rooms through friends' on my Facebook and I wasn't going to take any chances letting some stranger in my room while I was there. My one hotel deal that I scored in downtown Manhattan was my day to hit the town: a film opening at the MOMA and a cocktail reception at the Gershwin Hotel. I made some money earlier that day so I allowed myself a cab ride across town! No subways means I can wear my heels! The hotel was near the 42nd St station and admisdt the massive sea of heads and bodies that is Times Square. This familiar mass of people is often filmed in Hollywood movies. This part of New York reminds me of Bangkok, Thailand. I suppose LA has just as many people, but they are all in cars and that's where our traffic comes from.

Last year, I was absolutely positive that I could up and move to the big apple and this year, I am less hasty. I live a comfortable and sweet life in LA. I love my big apartment, love the sunny weather, love my own car, love that I know how to make my escort phone ring consistently enough to be comfortable here. I have been in LA for 6 years. It is indeed time for a change, but perhaps seasonal moves to other cities might be in the works within the year. .

I made a point to go to the Museum of Sex again this year while in Manhattan. The same animal sex exhibit was on display, which was at first disappointing because it was the same display as last year, but still as equally informative and entertaining as it was last year. I love to hear about dolphin orgies and the presence of prostitution (male bonobo exchanging sugar cane for SEX shown in this photo) and bisexuality in the bonobo primate communities! Birds and bees and bonobo chimpanzees do it! let's do it! let's fall in LOVE! I love the Museum of Sex. Did you know that dolphins insert their penises in each other's blow holes and that deers have threesomes? "that's NOT natural" has a whole different meaning once you view this permanent exhibition. I guarantee it.