I decided to go to the Brazil Day festival in Tokyo. I had ulterior motives. I wanted to mix amongst some Latino fire so I could hook up. :) I did hook up with someone. But his friend pulled a switcheroo move on me, HE came up to me and chatted me up and then, he ditched me to hang out with his less attractive friend and never came back. This is actually the 2nd time this has happened to me in Japan! The other time the cute guy pulled in his really really awkward nerdy yuck friend into our threesome. It is totally something that hot girls would do, not guys. I'm just the sucker now a days I guess. I look his friend up and down and decide to give him a try. I wasn't up to anything else for the night anyway. We stopped on a bridge and he got me pretty riled up licking my neck and ears so I decided it was going to be worth a shot. I tried to not think about the much better sex I could have had with the one that I originally wanted and how lame that move was. It wasn't exactly what I wanted but it would do. I seem to be less picky and easier to convince these days.
I went to a gay boy circuit party for the first time since I moved here. There were 6 rooms of shirtless Japanese guys of all different types, being openly gay as they wanted to be. It was just like my days at Club Universe in San Francisco, but this was all Japanese. There were even a few females there. I met one, she was straight but she was still very cuddly and nice to me. I was so enthralled with these Samurai themed go go boys shaking their hot short clad asses with the butt crack showing in front of me on the stages. I wondered if any of them were bisexual. 1 out of 8 of them HAD to be. :) I was just looking up and admiring for many hours. Japan's sexuality is so repressed and underground that when you do get to a place where its so out in the open it feels like you found your way into a Speakeasy in 1920's America. Like, when did I just wake up and walk into heaven? Or really, for me, its pretty normal to see this kind of thing, but NOT IN JAPAN. People think Japan has perversions beyond the sex and porn from their own countries, they're right. Japanese do a lot despite pixels blocking the genitals in all their porn. Because the showing actual penetration is illegal it makes the sex acts that are legal more perverse, like bukake and other videos without penetration. I love men and women. Really. It's a pretty equal love however, my whole life I have always been more attractive to men, so I've ended up in bed and relationships with more males than females. Until I got to Japan. Japanese men, in general don't seem to be attracted to me. They do not approach or chat with me, unless I talk to them first. I hit on this girl at the gay guy club. I circled around her a couple of times and then I said hi. We hung out for some time and she told me "I used to be a hooker." straight forward as hell for a Japanese person. But, I well know, sex workers are different. "Really?" I said, "Me too!" and she was close to me for a few hours in that club packed with all gay men. I was impressed with her frankness. I spoke English with her so she could practice, and because my brain was all fried from partying that my 2nd language wasn't coming out as smoothly as my first. Boldness is usually part of the DNA of the sex worker somewhere, or extreme closeting and double life leading, in which one of the lives she is an activist and very out. Most Japanese people do the double life closet secret sex life who aren't sex workers. They do this just to have normal vanilla sex because their society tells them it is a distraction from their really purpose in life. To work. Even affairs, marriages and more spring from the workplace and this seems to be totally accepted.
The guy I hooked up with was Japanese looking but really Brazilian in the same way that I am American. A Nikkeijin like me. Japanese not from Japan. Born and raised in a different country really changes your attitude and actually conditions you to be a totally different person. When we made out he made little sounds which turned me on because I longed for the aural stimulation that I hadn't heard in so so many Japanese lovers. So many silent dudes. They don't even exhale when you suck their dicks. I need to you feel me feeling you or else i might as well be licking the wall. It would be just as entertaining. He was doing enough of the right things that I had two great orgasms. It is really really hot in Japan in the summer, and this summer is no different. It can stay 91 degrees even at night. I stay indoors writing this blog because going outside for fifteen minutes to the supermarket can make you exhausted for hours. So, we didn't cuddle after fucking. Usually I"m into that. But I wasn't really attracted to this guy. My mobile phone is having issues and needs repair. He attempted to hang out with me all day to work on this problem, but I was already annoyed with him. "Actually, I'm fine from here alone." I told him to get rid of him. And I did give him my phone number, but I'm just not interested and never was, BUT, I fucked him and he made me come a couple times. In the morning, we had sex again, but it was more for him. His dick game was really really weak. He couldn't get it in! I haven't been fucked with good cock in a really long time it feels like. At least I don't need penis to have good orgasms. All of this giving of pleasure that women do, would make it seem like the girl likes you and wants to hang out again, but sometimes its just a good one night stand for her. or him. It just happened to me on the other side of the coin. I liked him but he didn't want to have anything to do with me again. This time dude wants me. But, I have been detaching quite easily after fucking in Japan. I am looking for a boyfriend...or a girlfriend, but this country continues to be a challenge for me in this department. This weekend was fun. I guess I was playing like a gay man. Casual and quick sex. No Strings. and definitely not again with you. Ha ha. ごめんなさいね！
Monday, July 16, 2018
Tuesday, July 3, 2018
A Rare Day in Tokyo: NanPan Man
It was a rare day in Tokyo for me. I was stoned and feeling bold and great. When I am stoned
shopping at Bic Camera can be one of the funnest things in town to do. It’s far more satisfied
than going to a club and holding a drink alone in the darkness. At Bic Camera there are rows
and rows of exciting electronics that you probably want or need. I was in the bathroom when my
edible high came on and I was obsessing over fixing my hair in the bathroom so intensely that I
didn’t even notice there was another female waiting for me at the sink to wash my hands! Ooops.
Lately, there have always been FREE HUGS guys in the middle of Shibuya square experimenting
with breaking the bonds of Japan’s no touch society. While I was high and shopping I resolved that
on the way back, I was not only going to ask the 2 guys I saw on the way up there for a hug, but I
was going to ask for a group hug and ask them to hold me for 15 seconds. In Japanese this is
known as “skinship.” And actually, upon doing an internet search, I found that skinship is also a
Korean/English term for the same physical affection that MOST humans crave, except the average
Japanese person. By the time I cruised back through Hachiko Square with my new bag of crap
from Bic, the two guys that I saw were gone. Zannen. I had a whole Japanese dialogue prepared
about how we were going to do a standing cuddle for 15 seconds and breathe together. A short
Tantric on the sly bonding ritual, that I really was craving. It had been a few months since my last
intimate encounter, I’d told the last guy I was seeing to get lost because he wasn’t fulfilling my needs
for a future partner and he was just rearing his head into my consciousness (aka my LINE) without
really offering anything. I had gone to a Ladies Free night at one of the clubs that I frequent.
I got lost trying to find it and that was annoying. My sense of direction for places is one of my
most annoying traits. I can get lost even if I have been to a place several times before. I get lost
even in Los Angeles and San Francisco. I get lost even with GPS because it has a delay and it
also doesn’t know which direction to send you until you start walking in a direction. For this reason
GPS doesn’t solve my problems because I have to set out in a direction that I guess initially and it
has a 1 out of 4 success rate naturally, so 3 out of 4 times it is wrong. When I got into the dance
part of the club there was no one inside. A group of guys that I didn’t feel like talking to and a single
female alone. The music was crap so I decided to call it a night. It was a school night and I was
making an attempt to go out and dance since I hadn’t gone out on the weekend. So far, my
shopping at Bic Camera was the most exciting part of my evening. I tried to watch Japan’s World
Cup soccer game, another attempt to socialize with others, but the one bar I went in had no people
and the lights were on really bright in there and I could just imagine how that would turn out before
I even wasted 600 yen on a drink alone. When I got in the Den en Toshi LIne, my local train I gave
some guy sitting in front of me the eyebrow nod. I was high and feeling daring and friendly, and
really I didn’t think much of it. He returned this gesture with a hard gaze in my face and I was
taken aback by the energy of it. I returned his gaze with bold attitude. What? I said with my look
back. You want something? He didn’t look away so I had to first and gaze for a few seconds out
the window. He was still looking at me when I looked back. From Shibuya my house is only 13
minutes on the train, 3 stops to be exact. Within these 3 stops he motioned the mime signal for
“Do you want to drink?” and I thought, Well, No Japanese man EVER asks me out for a drink in
So I smiled and said Yes. He was pretty cute, as I recall and that’s why I even gave him the
eyebrows in the first place. We went to an Izakaya and had a few drinks. He asked me to kiss
him upon which I said no. I tried to push our one night stand to Friday upon which he said no. I
made him follow me 1.4 km to my house from the cab ride to my local station. We both had work
in the morning and we had sex and I got him to sleep in my bed. I was in it for the skin ship. I
got to sleep with someone in my bed all night (well, in the end, it was only about six hours of time,
but still, I love every moment of cuddling that I can get in Japan. The sex wasn’t great.
It was just a fun rare adventure, like finding 1000 yen on the ground in Tokyo.
Men do not ask me out in Japan and people do not make eye contact on the train in Japan.
If a man hits on you on the train in Japan, he is probably drunk and not feeling Japanese.
It something like a societal rule here. I’ve had drunk guys pick up on me on the street but
I’ve never gone home with any of them. They usually say stupid things within 3 minutes and
never even have the brains to ask me for a drink to go slow enough to get to know my name
and allow me to feel comfortable to WANT to fuck them instantaneously. That’s Sex in Japan for
me. Sad and shitty. I’ve been trying to chat him up with no real warm response on his end though.
It was just a fuck for him unfortunately because I looked up his social media and found out he was
a performer and since he lived so close to me, he’d make a great boyfriend for a few months or
more if he only could realize what he was missing out on. But I guess he won’t. Zannen. Back to the routine of Japan.
Ho Hum. Until the next miracle.
shopping at Bic Camera can be one of the funnest things in town to do. It’s far more satisfied
than going to a club and holding a drink alone in the darkness. At Bic Camera there are rows
and rows of exciting electronics that you probably want or need. I was in the bathroom when my
edible high came on and I was obsessing over fixing my hair in the bathroom so intensely that I
didn’t even notice there was another female waiting for me at the sink to wash my hands! Ooops.
Lately, there have always been FREE HUGS guys in the middle of Shibuya square experimenting
with breaking the bonds of Japan’s no touch society. While I was high and shopping I resolved that
on the way back, I was not only going to ask the 2 guys I saw on the way up there for a hug, but I
was going to ask for a group hug and ask them to hold me for 15 seconds. In Japanese this is
known as “skinship.” And actually, upon doing an internet search, I found that skinship is also a
Korean/English term for the same physical affection that MOST humans crave, except the average
Japanese person. By the time I cruised back through Hachiko Square with my new bag of crap
from Bic, the two guys that I saw were gone. Zannen. I had a whole Japanese dialogue prepared
about how we were going to do a standing cuddle for 15 seconds and breathe together. A short
Tantric on the sly bonding ritual, that I really was craving. It had been a few months since my last
intimate encounter, I’d told the last guy I was seeing to get lost because he wasn’t fulfilling my needs
for a future partner and he was just rearing his head into my consciousness (aka my LINE) without
really offering anything. I had gone to a Ladies Free night at one of the clubs that I frequent.
I got lost trying to find it and that was annoying. My sense of direction for places is one of my
most annoying traits. I can get lost even if I have been to a place several times before. I get lost
even in Los Angeles and San Francisco. I get lost even with GPS because it has a delay and it
also doesn’t know which direction to send you until you start walking in a direction. For this reason
GPS doesn’t solve my problems because I have to set out in a direction that I guess initially and it
has a 1 out of 4 success rate naturally, so 3 out of 4 times it is wrong. When I got into the dance
part of the club there was no one inside. A group of guys that I didn’t feel like talking to and a single
female alone. The music was crap so I decided to call it a night. It was a school night and I was
making an attempt to go out and dance since I hadn’t gone out on the weekend. So far, my
shopping at Bic Camera was the most exciting part of my evening. I tried to watch Japan’s World
Cup soccer game, another attempt to socialize with others, but the one bar I went in had no people
and the lights were on really bright in there and I could just imagine how that would turn out before
I even wasted 600 yen on a drink alone. When I got in the Den en Toshi LIne, my local train I gave
some guy sitting in front of me the eyebrow nod. I was high and feeling daring and friendly, and
really I didn’t think much of it. He returned this gesture with a hard gaze in my face and I was
taken aback by the energy of it. I returned his gaze with bold attitude. What? I said with my look
back. You want something? He didn’t look away so I had to first and gaze for a few seconds out
the window. He was still looking at me when I looked back. From Shibuya my house is only 13
minutes on the train, 3 stops to be exact. Within these 3 stops he motioned the mime signal for
“Do you want to drink?” and I thought, Well, No Japanese man EVER asks me out for a drink in
So I smiled and said Yes. He was pretty cute, as I recall and that’s why I even gave him the
eyebrows in the first place. We went to an Izakaya and had a few drinks. He asked me to kiss
him upon which I said no. I tried to push our one night stand to Friday upon which he said no. I
made him follow me 1.4 km to my house from the cab ride to my local station. We both had work
in the morning and we had sex and I got him to sleep in my bed. I was in it for the skin ship. I
got to sleep with someone in my bed all night (well, in the end, it was only about six hours of time,
but still, I love every moment of cuddling that I can get in Japan. The sex wasn’t great.
It was just a fun rare adventure, like finding 1000 yen on the ground in Tokyo.
Men do not ask me out in Japan and people do not make eye contact on the train in Japan.
If a man hits on you on the train in Japan, he is probably drunk and not feeling Japanese.
It something like a societal rule here. I’ve had drunk guys pick up on me on the street but
I’ve never gone home with any of them. They usually say stupid things within 3 minutes and
never even have the brains to ask me for a drink to go slow enough to get to know my name
and allow me to feel comfortable to WANT to fuck them instantaneously. That’s Sex in Japan for
me. Sad and shitty. I’ve been trying to chat him up with no real warm response on his end though.
It was just a fuck for him unfortunately because I looked up his social media and found out he was
a performer and since he lived so close to me, he’d make a great boyfriend for a few months or
more if he only could realize what he was missing out on. But I guess he won’t. Zannen. Back to the routine of Japan.
Ho Hum. Until the next miracle.
Sunday, June 10, 2018
ASMR and other dirty fetishes
I’ve been on my blogs for a while it seems, and I’ve got some followers that I don’t even know are still following me,
subscribers that get notice of when I write that are from years, some almost a decade ago!
I just made $60 sending some photos and mp3s of me (no joke) blowing my nose loudly and dirtying
up my feet by watering my plants on my porch. I used to laugh at these requests years and years
ago, so it was actually pretty fun to do them again recently. Some people never change their fetishes.
I know for sure my kinks have evolved greatly over time, and I don’t think that the same things turn
me on as I’ve naturally grown and changed. I am one of the many many people in the world who
have ASMR (Autonomous sensory meridian response) and get turned on by strange sounds
like paper crunching and the way someone speaks or whispers a foreign language or runs
their fingers along a certain surface. If you want to see what this fetish community is into you
can go to the porn tube of ASMR which is youtube. Just type ASMR into youtube and
you can see the large variety of things that turn ASM Responders on. It’s actually not
super strong in me and I don’t seek it out obsessively, but when the trance effect does
happen it’s nothing short of delicious. And, it's not even sexual in a genital way by any
means, It is different than Tantric energy and different than physical sex. Sounds literate
stimulate someone’s brain to go into a relaxing trance. Pages turning and African accents
have done it for me in the past, but again, it doesn’t affect the partners that I seek out.
up my feet by watering my plants on my porch. I used to laugh at these requests years and years
ago, so it was actually pretty fun to do them again recently. Some people never change their fetishes.
I know for sure my kinks have evolved greatly over time, and I don’t think that the same things turn
me on as I’ve naturally grown and changed. I am one of the many many people in the world who
have ASMR (Autonomous sensory meridian response) and get turned on by strange sounds
like paper crunching and the way someone speaks or whispers a foreign language or runs
their fingers along a certain surface. If you want to see what this fetish community is into you
can go to the porn tube of ASMR which is youtube. Just type ASMR into youtube and
you can see the large variety of things that turn ASM Responders on. It’s actually not
super strong in me and I don’t seek it out obsessively, but when the trance effect does
happen it’s nothing short of delicious. And, it's not even sexual in a genital way by any
means, It is different than Tantric energy and different than physical sex. Sounds literate
stimulate someone’s brain to go into a relaxing trance. Pages turning and African accents
have done it for me in the past, but again, it doesn’t affect the partners that I seek out.
I remember when I was a teenager telling one of my friends my fantasy was to have shirtless
men in just jeans stand around me with books turning pages while I laid in the middle of
them with my eyes closed. This friend made me a cassette tape of pages turning, which I
still have. I stuck it on a painting he made for me. He passed away at the age of 26 so I
still keep his momentos in every current apartment I’ve ever had. A friend of mine in more
recent years and I did have an idea of doing some kind of an ASMR outcall service,
which would be wonderfully safe and fun to do. These people on youtube are making
all these videos for free, I have to wonder if they offer outcalls or what they do with their
channels. While it took me less than ten minutes to make both the dirty feet and nose
blowing clips and send emails with them attached, all the hundreds of videos on youtube
feature people doing ASMR erotica for hours in front of their cameras without real
compensation. I’m listening to ASMR Newspaper Page Turning (No Talking) Intoxicating
Sounds Sleep Help Relaxation while I type this blog entry, and while I am not sitting there
drooling in front of the screen, I have noted that I also haven’t clicked it off for something
else for over 48 minutes. I’m still able to multi task and write this blog so its not putting me
into the trance state that I really remember liking, but yet, I haven’t turned it off either. Kyle
Minogue would have been off in 20 seconds max but page turning... I remember sitting in
the library as a kid pretending to read a book when this trance would come on because I
was enjoying listening to other people read their books and newspapers! It doesn’t even
culminate like physical or energetic sex in any sort of climax or orgasm. You just decide
to snap out of it and go on with your day. No tissues to clean, no visits to the Catholic priest
men in just jeans stand around me with books turning pages while I laid in the middle of
them with my eyes closed. This friend made me a cassette tape of pages turning, which I
still have. I stuck it on a painting he made for me. He passed away at the age of 26 so I
still keep his momentos in every current apartment I’ve ever had. A friend of mine in more
recent years and I did have an idea of doing some kind of an ASMR outcall service,
which would be wonderfully safe and fun to do. These people on youtube are making
all these videos for free, I have to wonder if they offer outcalls or what they do with their
channels. While it took me less than ten minutes to make both the dirty feet and nose
blowing clips and send emails with them attached, all the hundreds of videos on youtube
feature people doing ASMR erotica for hours in front of their cameras without real
compensation. I’m listening to ASMR Newspaper Page Turning (No Talking) Intoxicating
Sounds Sleep Help Relaxation while I type this blog entry, and while I am not sitting there
drooling in front of the screen, I have noted that I also haven’t clicked it off for something
else for over 48 minutes. I’m still able to multi task and write this blog so its not putting me
into the trance state that I really remember liking, but yet, I haven’t turned it off either. Kyle
Minogue would have been off in 20 seconds max but page turning... I remember sitting in
the library as a kid pretending to read a book when this trance would come on because I
was enjoying listening to other people read their books and newspapers! It doesn’t even
culminate like physical or energetic sex in any sort of climax or orgasm. You just decide
to snap out of it and go on with your day. No tissues to clean, no visits to the Catholic priest
to forgive your sins. ASMR is the most asexual masturbation there is!
Thursday, May 24, 2018
Sometimes you don't have sex at a sex party
“What happens at a sex party?” my married friend asks.
He’s confided in me to speak freely about his affairs but has never been to a sex party. I tried to get him to go because it was clear to me that he was already not too concerned about being faithful. He and I have never played together, we actually met at a shibari rope workshop and have practiced rope ties on each other, but shibari can be either totally kinky or just something like a platonic ping pong match for people like me. He’s bought me some rope but never really hit on me sexually except to be a somewhat service oriented submissive, which I actually really have a soft spot for. If you start to do things for me, it actually gets me to like you more. I”m not attracted to him however, and he is still safely married with children which somewhat keeps him moving slower than he would probably like to. I knew the organizer from Facebook because she had friended me months before coming to Tokyo to promote her event, and I had talked to her about the potentials of promoting such a thing in Japan. There were 5 Japanese people there, well 5.5 including me. I’ve been to play parties that were all Japanese and all American (in America). I was well informed of the popular format that conscious play parties that J, the organizer was following, which are the opposite of the way things happen in Japan. Emotional safety is important for non Japanese. They do have security in Japanese “happening (sex) bars” so that the women that attend feel safe. There are safer sex supplies there and conversation about STDs and gentle warnings to people to not participate if they have a known outbreak or disease. I had my period and had a menstrual cup inside of me to hold all the blood inside but I never let my period disrupt my sexual flow normally so I wasn’t going to let it that night. If I was penetrated it would get messy but not incredibly messier than anyone squirting ejaculate all over the place. I have a personal rule that people who have sex with me need to have sex with me when I am menstruating if they want to fuck me when I’m not. If the calendar falls on the week of my period and they reveal that they have aversions, it would probably stop me from having sex with them ever. I believe my period is an extension of my body and that all lovers must be accepting of me in all of my body’s glory, armpit hair and bloody mess inclusive.
“Its taken me a long time for to get as comfortable as I am about going to these things,” I told my friend. “I’ve probably attended about 7 or so events in order to become as comfortable as I am today. In those 7 attendances only half of the times did I have intercourse, many of those parties were non penetrative energy sex parties where penetration was not even an option. This is how you get comfortable with all levels of sexuality being fun and enjoyable, not just attached to one outcome. You need to get fucking out of your mind in order to have a good time, because it might not happen. Not even to women who are attractive like me.” And, sure enough, in this last party that I attended I didn’t end up having sex with anyone. I met a lot of cool people and they were lovely and friendly. I had a great time and I shared sensual energy with people and it was great, just like these events always are. It always amazes me how the chips fall at these events. Sometimes you just end up getting paired up with someone quite quickly and other times you just end up playing the guitar and singing and other times, you meet someone that you end up getting together with later in time. I’ve had the latter happen more than once as well. Sometimes the pressure to meet and get it on in the span of a few hours is difficult to do for people. I was surrounded by different people having hot sex, and I’m not usually a voyeur but a lot of the sex that was happening around me was enticing to me and giving me pause and getting me to stare for sure. A domme and his sub were there and he was talking to her in Japanese and telling her to fuck all these other men and then occasionally he would do what he wanted with her body, including fist her ass. 3 lesbians of all sizes were in a pile on top of each other, which was pretty exciting. And me, I was hanging out and talking maybe kissing some guy, his wife was one of these 3 women and we were talking about his open marriage. Then I met a lovely Black woman, we were drinking and talking and then i was by her side when someone was ejaculating her for the first time assuring her that she wasn’t peeing on him because she had clearly not ever ejaculated before. It was a fun night.
Friday, May 4, 2018
High Risk is for the Birds
I’ve been having lots of trouble screening people when they want to book in Japan.
I don’t have a rigorous screening process like some escorts I know in America.
Lately guys in Tokyo don’t even want to tell me their real name.
This is so insane to me as everywhere in Japan you have to show your ID and your passport
to make reservations. If you do not have a valid visa you cannot even rent a computer or stay
at any hotels in Japan, i suppose you could stay at a love hotel for one night but its very expensive
and you would not be able to do this long term. This is how the government here cracks down
on illegal immigration, it makes it very difficult to function without a paper trail.
I used to be flippant about screening but I lived a decade of high risk and paid the cost of
enduring much trauma in my life so I started to change my policies and the violence I felt like
I had to endure went away! I could bring clients to my small apartment. It’s not a Hilton or
Westin hotel room by any means, it is a very simple studio apartment, however with candles
in the dark it doesn’t really matter. I got robbed by a client about ten years ago in LA, but in
those days I was barely screening clients. They could give me obviously fake names and I’d
still go see them. In America, prostitution is illegal and violence is high so having a rigorous
screening process is the only way that many sex workers will even consider entertaining a client.
This is a working standard for most providers so it becomes a normal procedure and not a
surprising thing for business people of a certain caliber to have show 2 forms of ID, have
a reference from another provider AND let a girl call his work and ask for him discreetly.
I’ve been able to get clients in Japan to do this but many many don’t want understand the
need for this. I don’t trust police to help me because of the many years I have in sex work.
I definitely don’t trust American police and believe that Japan is not a country where the
rights and words of women in danger are respected or believed, especially not from a
foreigner and not from someone who doesn’t speak Japanese well enough to explain the
situation. I have heard that the police often will automatically side with the Japanese citizen
in a fight even if the Japanese person started a fight with a foreigner. And if the citizen is a
non Japanese, well I don’t know what would happen then. The racism and xenophobia
here is selective and complex just like the U.S so I try my hardest to live a life free of incident
which can be done simply by screening and not taking so many obvious risks to self.
Knowing the real name, the accountable person’s name who says they will not harm
you is one step that doesn’t even guarantee my safety! It just helps build trust. Actually,
I feel since the ball of danger is disproportionately weighted towards the male client, they
should actually be doing more than me to show me that they can be trusted. It’s similar to
using a condom during sex in my opinion. I did recently finally take a client who agreed to
meet me at the supermarket near my house and go to a love hotel together without ID.
I wouldn’t invite him to my home. I wouldn’t take the monetary and time risk to go to him 45
minutes one way from my home either. This would be 90 minutes on a train roundtrip plus
more time to prepare for the session. I would not take a train late at night and meet him at a
hotel on the first date because if he turned out to not show, I would have to bear the burden
of taking a taxi home. When I waited for him at the supermarket, I felt like I was in my 30s
again in LA. I know the feeling of taking risks on clients well, but this person had agreed as
much as he was going to agree and seemed to want a session bad enough to take a taxi cab
from his work. Everything worked out fine in the end of the session and I was relieved
because I always really need to the money since I barely work in Japan but I always tell
myself that no amount of money is worth being harmed or endangered at this point of my life.
Recovering from sexual trauma is seriously something I want to leave in my younger days.
to make reservations. If you do not have a valid visa you cannot even rent a computer or stay
at any hotels in Japan, i suppose you could stay at a love hotel for one night but its very expensive
and you would not be able to do this long term. This is how the government here cracks down
on illegal immigration, it makes it very difficult to function without a paper trail.
I used to be flippant about screening but I lived a decade of high risk and paid the cost of
enduring much trauma in my life so I started to change my policies and the violence I felt like
I had to endure went away! I could bring clients to my small apartment. It’s not a Hilton or
Westin hotel room by any means, it is a very simple studio apartment, however with candles
in the dark it doesn’t really matter. I got robbed by a client about ten years ago in LA, but in
those days I was barely screening clients. They could give me obviously fake names and I’d
still go see them. In America, prostitution is illegal and violence is high so having a rigorous
screening process is the only way that many sex workers will even consider entertaining a client.
This is a working standard for most providers so it becomes a normal procedure and not a
surprising thing for business people of a certain caliber to have show 2 forms of ID, have
a reference from another provider AND let a girl call his work and ask for him discreetly.
I’ve been able to get clients in Japan to do this but many many don’t want understand the
need for this. I don’t trust police to help me because of the many years I have in sex work.
I definitely don’t trust American police and believe that Japan is not a country where the
rights and words of women in danger are respected or believed, especially not from a
foreigner and not from someone who doesn’t speak Japanese well enough to explain the
situation. I have heard that the police often will automatically side with the Japanese citizen
in a fight even if the Japanese person started a fight with a foreigner. And if the citizen is a
non Japanese, well I don’t know what would happen then. The racism and xenophobia
here is selective and complex just like the U.S so I try my hardest to live a life free of incident
which can be done simply by screening and not taking so many obvious risks to self.
Knowing the real name, the accountable person’s name who says they will not harm
you is one step that doesn’t even guarantee my safety! It just helps build trust. Actually,
I feel since the ball of danger is disproportionately weighted towards the male client, they
should actually be doing more than me to show me that they can be trusted. It’s similar to
using a condom during sex in my opinion. I did recently finally take a client who agreed to
meet me at the supermarket near my house and go to a love hotel together without ID.
I wouldn’t invite him to my home. I wouldn’t take the monetary and time risk to go to him 45
minutes one way from my home either. This would be 90 minutes on a train roundtrip plus
more time to prepare for the session. I would not take a train late at night and meet him at a
hotel on the first date because if he turned out to not show, I would have to bear the burden
of taking a taxi home. When I waited for him at the supermarket, I felt like I was in my 30s
again in LA. I know the feeling of taking risks on clients well, but this person had agreed as
much as he was going to agree and seemed to want a session bad enough to take a taxi cab
from his work. Everything worked out fine in the end of the session and I was relieved
because I always really need to the money since I barely work in Japan but I always tell
myself that no amount of money is worth being harmed or endangered at this point of my life.
Recovering from sexual trauma is seriously something I want to leave in my younger days.
Thursday, April 19, 2018
FOSTA/SESTA equals Death
A stripper/escort friend has told me that a flood of new workers have tried to start
dancing again looking for lost revenue at all the clubs in LA, hurting the previous dancers
that were already in house’s income. This worker told me that when she tried to place an Eros ad,
what normally would have taken 24 hours was now taking one week to post up.
Usually when this kind of things happens, it doesn’t happen so fast.
Usually when this kind of thing happens, something new comes about to replace the old.
Regrowth is necessary and inevitable. Facebook replaced Myspace.
And soon, especially after recent scandal, something will eventually overtake what seems
like the all powerful and indispensable Facebook.
But what will that be?? Sex workers are all frantically working to try to make
different things happen and come to fruition. Will it be a copy of BP using a different name?
There is clearly a large profit and market share to be grabbed if someone can figure
out how to create something viable that circumvents the destructive frenzy.
dancing again looking for lost revenue at all the clubs in LA, hurting the previous dancers
that were already in house’s income. This worker told me that when she tried to place an Eros ad,
what normally would have taken 24 hours was now taking one week to post up.
Usually when this kind of things happens, it doesn’t happen so fast.
Usually when this kind of thing happens, something new comes about to replace the old.
Regrowth is necessary and inevitable. Facebook replaced Myspace.
And soon, especially after recent scandal, something will eventually overtake what seems
like the all powerful and indispensable Facebook.
But what will that be?? Sex workers are all frantically working to try to make
different things happen and come to fruition. Will it be a copy of BP using a different name?
There is clearly a large profit and market share to be grabbed if someone can figure
out how to create something viable that circumvents the destructive frenzy.
I have been reading different groups to see if anyone has come up with an idea.
There is a petition that is circulating around.
There is a petition that is circulating around.
IT IS NOW A FEDERAL CRIME TO GIVE your sex worker friend or partner a ride to work
or receive money from them. YES. That would make you a pimp and a trafficker.
or receive money from them. YES. That would make you a pimp and a trafficker.
Guess what else is being made illegal? ORGANIZATIONS THAT PROVIDE HEALTH CARE
AND LEGAL SUPPORT TO SEX WORKERS THAT ARE IN DANGER.
AND LEGAL SUPPORT TO SEX WORKERS THAT ARE IN DANGER.
Thats right.
Sex workers are being stripped of every resource and support system
they barely had to begin with.
they barely had to begin with.
In this climate sex workers are left dead. Bottom line.
Sex workers are being killed right now. Killed by being put in dangerous situations
and killed by suicide because this climate is intolerable.
and killed by suicide because this climate is intolerable.
The US government wants sex workers dead. https://petitions.whitehouse.gov/petition/repealstop-fosta-now
I read this on a forum from another sex worker:
"I have just had direct, first-person confirmation that a British provider
entering the US has been detained at border control at the airport and has been
given a 10-year ban on the basis of being a SW due to being a verified
advertiser on Eros. This was clearly due to Eros , b/c as soon as her passport
was scanned, they immediately asked her "So, what's Eros for?" They had all of her Eros
info including her passport. She asked me to not mention her name, but to please get the
word out. FYI, I checked and she does not have an active ad on Eros for the US
(she wasn't going there to tour), but she does have an active ad in the UK."
entering the US has been detained at border control at the airport and has been
given a 10-year ban on the basis of being a SW due to being a verified
advertiser on Eros. This was clearly due to Eros , b/c as soon as her passport
was scanned, they immediately asked her "So, what's Eros for?" They had all of her Eros
info including her passport. She asked me to not mention her name, but to please get the
word out. FYI, I checked and she does not have an active ad on Eros for the US
(she wasn't going there to tour), but she does have an active ad in the UK."
Immigration is now a scary place for me because I am a visa holder in Japan.
Any association with prostitution can get you deported. Even if it is in your past.
If you don’t advertise in 18 months then your ad become unverified apparently.
Another worker said that they were raided in November of 2017 and
that’s how this border agent got word of her Eros activity.
But Eros is still up and running to date, so I am confused as to why,
if they were raided and records were seized then how would they be allowed
to continue operating in ways that Rentboy and Backpage were not?
Any association with prostitution can get you deported. Even if it is in your past.
If you don’t advertise in 18 months then your ad become unverified apparently.
Another worker said that they were raided in November of 2017 and
that’s how this border agent got word of her Eros activity.
But Eros is still up and running to date, so I am confused as to why,
if they were raided and records were seized then how would they be allowed
to continue operating in ways that Rentboy and Backpage were not?
We are all awaiting for someone brave enough to break through this madness
but all of us are scared
and effectively silenced because we haven’t seen something so
big and terrible like this.
Bigger than Trump’s ugly wrinkly asshole. It’s hard to have
the usual positive outlook.
I don’t have an answer to even close this blogpost with at the moment.
It has this dark hopeless feeling, a familiar one that sinks into me,
the Grim Reaper’s hand over my little girl’s fighting spirit and desire to
change her oppressive world, but his witchy paws moved
my eye lids over my frozen in the last moment of struggle,
confirming the end and, taking my body back to his kingdom.
but all of us are scared
and effectively silenced because we haven’t seen something so
big and terrible like this.
Bigger than Trump’s ugly wrinkly asshole. It’s hard to have
the usual positive outlook.
I don’t have an answer to even close this blogpost with at the moment.
It has this dark hopeless feeling, a familiar one that sinks into me,
the Grim Reaper’s hand over my little girl’s fighting spirit and desire to
change her oppressive world, but his witchy paws moved
my eye lids over my frozen in the last moment of struggle,
confirming the end and, taking my body back to his kingdom.
Friday, April 6, 2018
Kanamara Matsuri: Not just a parade of dicks!
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