So she's off to Sydney for the week to work Japan. I got a last minute wind of inspiration reading about someone else's success online in Sydney. They worked 12 hours in a row and it worked heaps great, and she had to turn down clients because they did drugs! Well, that's never really been a problem for me and I'd be more than happy to work 12 hours in a row doing sex or love work. Its something like an inner craving that needs to be satisfied I think. If you're diet for the last twenty years is men and money and you try to go for a long period of time without it, especially if that period without is less sustainable than it was in your old living, then the temptation to return back to the old you, is quite easy. I just got tired of not having a solution and I wanted to make one. This impulsive way of dealing with things is not always the best way and it is often the way that gets you in the most trouble so I've lived a life of calm for quite some years, not "giving in to weakness." But when you live in a country where you can't be seen for some reason, it seems to get to the point where you need to leave town and see if you still "have it." So I chose this $600 flight to Sydney, with a 12 hour stop over in Fiji.
What was Fiji like? It was cool. I'm sure I could spend days, weeks there for a better impression. I"m sure I could make MANY babies there. Be an English teacher or something. Ride a horse without my shirt while breastfeeding. I didn't book a hotel because I had a 5am flight out so I hung out in the sun on a rocky beach which wasn't as postcard blue as I'd wished it would be and wasn't swimmable either because of low tide. I didn't take a boat tour because I was trying to save money, but with the driver fees I didn't end up saving money at all. After sunset, I stayed up all night at the local bars and clubs and found out that I'm still attractive to men outside of Japan. They were simple islander boys. Some were fire dancers. All of them pretty handsome in various ways, the cordial part being the most important to me. It was 8 men to me. Fun. Drunk. Horny but cordial. Everyone I spent any amount of time with asked to have some form of sex with me or make out with me, including the Pentacostal Christian driver that told me that dancing and drinking was a sin in his religion. I gave him too much money to drive me around. The last cab driver wanted to drive me to the beach before the airport and lick me nicely and with my consent but I actually can't get down like that. If I was a dude maybe. Getting my dick sucked in a parked car with someone I've known for 8 minutes might be something I could do. None of them were shady, dangerous or pushy which was wonderful. Now I'm in Sydney and i'm doing my introverted thing. Alone in my room (because I actually have one tonight), online with a bottle of wine trying to figure out the week which I pray will be prosperous. at this point I am nervous. I had one email inquiry from a client while I was in the airport, but I haven't gotten any more since then. It's the middle of winter here, so its cold and I didn't seem to bring enough clothing. I have just come from humid Japan so I guess I was trying to not bring a jacket. That was probably a bad move. I went out for dinner and it was cold. It's always a culture shock to be in an English speaking dominant country again, because in Japan, I feel ashamed that I don't speak the dominant language there which is not English, so I try to blend in as much as possible and speak Japanese as much as I can, except when I am teaching.
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