Survivor in the East, Survivor in the West

I’m always toying with the idea of re-entering the world of escorting, mainly because in Japan my income is so little as a teacher and if I only had a few more sex work dollars then I could just fix this terrible financial situation that I’ve found myself in since Backpage closed.  There are other outlets apparently, but I’ve tried to post some ads on them and they have gotten me only a few hits here and there. My mom and sister were in town this week and every time I find myself frankly speaking my mind about Japan, which is something that Japanese never do, my sister seems to reply “Well then, why are you still here?” This reaction seems oversimplified to me, its the equivalent of when Americans say,”Well then go back to your country” as if feeling fulfilled can be achieved by just up and leaving every time something is unsatisfactory in your environment, like switching seats in a train.  It’s an important skill to be able to ignore these pieces of oversimplified advice. Toss them out like pieces of shit on your lawn because people will always react like this, no matter what side you are presenting from. To date, I tried to apply at two strip clubs, one dating agency and one hostess club in Japan and got rejected by all of them. I got interviews from 2 of them, and did them in Japanese but still I never got the job. The potential entry back into sex work got even more real when I ended up in Sydney last month and had spent my last cash, so I ended up getting a few shifts at a massage/brothel incall in Kings Cross.  It wasn’t a bad set up, the people were nice, but I didn’t get any customers. I was supplied with a pile of condoms and I waited in my room all night long. An incredible amount of self love is required when we are in this situation. It’s really hard to face so much rejection and just keep keeping on. Men come to your door, greet you (Sydney) and then you don’t get a booking. You go through an entire interview and then you don’t hear from the people, and you are getting even lower than low on money. I am single usually so when I travel around I’m usually looking for dates on okcupid, not usually with the intention of hooking guys but with the intention of really dating for fun and not work.  I am kind of a rare sex worker in that I do date and have sex for no money if I like someone. I did get an invitation from some guy who had an apartment at the beach with a spare room to come stay with him. I felt game to try to see if i’d be in good luck with him, which good luck while traveling has also a lot to do with safety from violence. He picks me up and my giant backpack from the train station on the back of his moped. He holds my hand right from the get go just like they do in Japan. I think that shit is weird when Japanese people do it, but even weirder when non Japanese do it. He kisses me on my lips and I’m totally not ready to receive it but I don’t turn away. Weird. Everything you’re doing is weird, I think.  We go back to his place and his 7 year old son is there playing video games with a full head set on. He barely acknowledges us as we walk in. I’m sure this dude brings home random women home all the time so the kid just resorts to tuning out completely to deal with his dad’s antics. It’s kind of weird for me too but I’m a beggar not a chooser in this situation. The room I get ot use is an amazing room at Bondi beach, a window that has a view of the sea in the corner and a large bed all to myself. I don’t even have to share a room with this guy which is great. This was way better than the backpacker hostel I had booked for the night so I just wasted that reservation in exchange for this deal. The dude has 2 nice bicycles and he lives right by the beach so he sets us up to go on a little bike ride down to beautiful Bondi beach, leaving his zombie son playing video games.  He ended up being an asswipe who kicked me out with my bags on the street because I wouldn’t fuck him but he was never alone with me ever and he actually did a bunch of really weird and odd things that made shit just impossible, not like I was even attracted to him anyway. He had a bunch of different Asian girls around him at all time, all from Asia, and...while I live in Japan and speak Japanese, I’m truly an American when it comes to my attitude and feminism so just pulling some flirty stunts thinking i’m going hop on the white dick is just not going to cut it. While it was hard to be literally kicked out like a 5 dollar hoe, i managed. There was a gorgeous young guy who actually bought me bus fare so i could get to the train station and then from there I was able to use my credit card to get to a friend from Facebook that offered me a couch to stay in for the rest of my time in Aus.  It helps that i’m also strong, smart and resilient.