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Commodity Me!

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SEE SYNONYMS FOR commodity ON THESAURUS.COM
noun, plural com·mod·i·ties.
an article of trade or commerce, especially a product as distinguished from a service.
something of use, advantage, or value.
Stock Exchange. any unprocessed or partially processed good, as grain, fruits, and vegetables, or precious metals.
Obsolete. a quantity of goods.

I’m a commodity, commodity me! Most of us know what “commodity’ means, when applied to inanimate objects, but when applied to living beings, heavens forbid, a furor ensues. The belief held by many, that human beings just cannot, be commodified! Well guess what, you’re wrong!

I’m a sex worker, a service provider of fetish and a good portion of interests therein. I write a ‘good portion’ simply because I have my boundaries, I’m not a “free for all” provider, but a professional that caters to a select set of interests. Just ask me, I’ll gladly supply you with that info.

Along the way I learned a lot about placing ads to advertise myself, and my services. Ads that were text, text with photos, and in the early days or phone chat lines, voice ads. Ads that showcased me, and my services that always appeared in the proper sections provided by the host advertising avenue. Ads that for good reason, were about me.

I knew what I was up to, and focusing on my unique appearance and interests was just the way to get those clients. I commodified myself, no one else did it, me and only me, it was my choice, my idea, promotion of my crafting. There was no gun to my head, or abuser, or pimp, just me. No bad habits, no desperation, no nothing of the sort.

Let’s start from the beginning; I’m 6’1” tall, or 189cm, blonde hair (bleached now) with green eyes, physically fit (because I exercise daily) with measurements that read 36G 30 39 at 190lbs and size 11 feet for all you foot fetishists. My skin is ghost white, (you can see through it to my veins, jury still out for me on that, and no tanning is not an option) so yes I’m Caucasian. I’m unique to myself and the clients that are seeking or in need of someone like me!

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No, the world of sex worker advertising is not a ‘free for all” of wanton ads with clients seeking out every provider for random thrills and chills. Rather, it’s a tool to showcase each service provider with their own unique product and or brand that clients view to seek out those specific providers. The finely perfected skill of “ad creation” providers themselves have honed to sell themselves, their unique skills, service provision, as the commodities they are, and or have created.

What the offended masses don’t understand, and most likely never will, is that we are not the same as one and another. We cater to a multitude of variance in our respective interests. We have different looks, personalities, interests, services, hours, and rates. We are autonomous workers with agency. We like it that way, actually we love it that way!

Because we choose to do as we do, does not mean we demean or undermine ourselves of our confidence and truth to ourselves. We celebrate ourselves, our colleagues, our work. We celebrate our uniqueness, our differences, and our services.

It’s good to be different, to be loud, proud, and our own commodities!

Ageism, It’s Plain Ugly

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age·ism
/ˈājˌizəm/
noun
prejudice or discrimination on the grounds of a person’s age.

Let’s be honest, there is no better to way to describe ageism but as plain ugly, and for many engaged in sex work, they too are no strangers to the ageist attitudes of those ugly enough to inflict it.

Sex work is complex delicate work that nurtures the souls of those that seek out the services of providers gracious enough to that provide what they need. A delicate nurturing of mind, body, and soul, so it’s no wonder that those who become attached to their provider, stick with them for a very long time. Over the course of that relationship factors that usually dictate otherwise are obvious, retirement, an address change to a new city or location, and in many circumstances, even death. Just to name a few.

Sex work is an industry that has nurtured a youthful appearance towards sex and sexuality, in favour of overlooking the fact, the population ages. That sex is only for and had by the physically young, which begs the question; what of the young at heart, mind, and soul? Bonds between a client and provider are forged in steel and for those that are willing to go that extra mile, these bonds can be everlasting.

Most dedicated sex workers I know, are of the same belief, and whether or not they are still providing any services, still maintain some form of communication with their client. You see we don’t “exit” the industry; the rhetoric used by many NGO’s when addressing sex work related issues, to have us leave the life and get a “normal” moralistic job as dictated by many of these groups. Just so you know, we actually don’t truly retire, we step back a bit, to lend a helping hand, have our voices heard, our words reads, offer support, fight in the front lines of activism, and yes, see clients.

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Beyond that, why are so many of us still with our arms outstretched? Well if one thing this industry has taught many of us, and should teach everyone, is compassion, empathy, love for our fellow human beings. Many of us have stories to tell of the good, the bad, and downright ugly. We nurture positive relationships from the seeds of life, sown with the hope of growing into a beautiful bright future. So of course clients grow with their provider they’ve grown to trust, grow with their interests, grow with their relationship, and heavens forbid, grow old.

Those folks out there imposing their unwelcome beliefs are nothing short of rude with their narrow minded ideology. Caught up in a mean spirited and strange world of denial that is severely limiting to no one, other than themselves. A negative ideology belched forth by those who reap what they sow. An ideology that comes even from those within the sex work and worker community.

Ageist behaviour is no different than bullying, teasing, body shaming or any other malicious infliction upon the character of another well meaning person. It’s downright shameful behaviour that easily paints a picture of the perp’s true self!

Those that know, the world of sex work is limitless, full of opportunity, beauty, life, love and happiness, full of growth. Limitless, even if that means growing old as a provider, or as a life long friend with no boundaries of the beauty to give, and receive.

I look forward to the days when I can sit in my old age, and yet still remain true to myself, as a domme, and as a sex worker.

OOXXX

The Beautiful Colours of Springtime, That’s What’s Sexy This Week

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The beautiful colours of springtime, that’s what’s sexy this week.

I’m an old punk rocker from way back. Goth, alternative, new age, new wave, but one thing that was consistent was my trade mark black. My black wardrobe from head to toe! It made me feel strong and confident, slim and sexy, and it looked cool! It still makes me feel all those things, and I know I look good in black, and I know, I wear it well. Trust me there is nothing like sexy black and I still love to wear it.

However, over the last 10 years or so, for reasons I have no answers to, I started to introduce colours into my wardrobe. Beautiful colours to reflect my ever changing emotions, passions, and personality. Colours that are also a reflection of the ever changing seasons that we have in this beautiful country I call home, Canada.

As I’ve written before, I find it interesting how the fashion world for the most part dictates when colours are to be worn, keeping the darker months dark and the brighter months bright. I wear what I want and when I want, all year long, and not because someone tells me to or that it is written in a book somewhere as gospel, but because……I……want….to!

How about you?

Springtime, when the plants and flowers are bursting alive with life and vibrant colour. Attitudes are uplifted, moods elevated, and passions alive. Spring has sprung, as it always does, each and every year.

What a better time to be uplifted if you aren’t the rest of the year. Time to celebrate, dress it up, live it up, love life. Get out in the open air and take it all in, breathe it, see it, be it. Put on the clothes, do your hair and make-up the way you want with bright vivid options.

Go on do it, uplift yourself with the beautiful colours of springtime, I am!

Lip Prints

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Lip prints left behind for all to enjoy!

The application of lipstick truly is an art form. Luscious lips enhanced in vivid sensual colours to enlarge, define and captivate curious onlookers are all the rage world wide. Well maybe not the “rage”, but certainly a fashion statement that for those in the know are worn well for all the right reasons.

Reasons of my own, but reasons surely shared by the many who adorn those beautiful lips, and certainly those who adore them. Yes I’ve written about painted lips before, and I know I’ll be doing it again and again. Musings that don’t tell the average person who “get’s it” to think twice about it, but rather hopefully encourage those that don’t.

There’s something primal about pouty lips, the frame to the orifice of the face that can bark an order, coo commands, or whisper sweet nothings. The delicate frame that starts off with the drawing of a gentle line of colour from outside corner to outside corner. Accentuating already pouty lips, or enhancing the weak. Using lipstick to paint between those lines, and in my case, always in my case, the slathering of gloss for that added punch.

In the flesh? Simply mesmerizing, but lip prints left behind?!

An even greater lasting impression for those blessed with the pleasure of glimpsing the imprinted rim of a glass. Stamped like a badge of honour, left behind for the thought inclined to foster a fantasy about who those lips belonged too, the personality attached, and the stories they tell.sexy-this-week-lip-prints-2

Prints of desire, intrigue, and possibly of disgust, and none the less, lip prints that command attention. Yes, I write not only of my own thoughts, but those of the many others who’ve dared to let go and dream beyond those stains, evocative, provocative, and beautiful thoughts.

I love to see the residue cosmetic that once enhanced a set of lips. I always see it, as though i somehow know where to look, call it sixth sense. Next time you’re out and about, look around you for that tell tale smudge of colour and let your imagination run wild.

It’s not unlike that of a finger print, layered and loaded with hidden stories.

Lip prints left behind for all to enjoy!

Quiet Reflection and Contemplation, That’s What’s Sexy This Week

Quiet reflection and contemplation, that’s what sexy this week.

For many of us, we’re moving at the speed of light into a brick wall or two, not giving ourselves a chance to slow down with time for ourselves. We’re wired to the world, attached to anything and everything hoping for that next big break. The “big break” we are conditioned to believe is just around the corner.

We are wired to social media, posting if not once, but several times a day exposing parts of our lives we wouldn’t share with our parents. Feeling guilty if we miss a beat and in the process letting down fans and followers. Better yet, as the influencers many of you are, showing and selling products you’ve never even used, let alone know much about.

Then there’s the cost of living! Inflation doesn’t stop, it only seems to go up and up and up creating a whole different type of stress when it comes to paying the bills. Work work work, all work and no play, most certainly doesn’t allow for a time out moment. Most of us are way too busy living to work, when we should be working to live, and enjoy life.

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Yes it gets stressful when the bills aren’t paid and you lag behind, I’m no stranger to that. However, a valuable lesson I learned in the recent past was making time for some self care.

Remember that, self care, is any necessary human regulatory function which is under individual control, deliberate and self-initiated for one’s personal well-being and health?

Many of us don’t find, make, or set aside the time, but we sure can make enough excuses!

So……ENOUGH EXCUSES, find, make, and set aside the time for you, and only you!

Put on a robe, leave the glamour behind and have that extra coffee, enjoy the view, tune out, meditate, read that book, hit the gym, ride a bike, or do simply nothing at all and have some serious quiet time for some much needed self-reflection and contemplation.

Go ahead, do it, you deserve it!

Erotic Art, That’s What’s Sexy This Week

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Erotic art, that’s what sexy this week.

We all know I love art of multiple kinds, but one particular genre of the sexuality kind I truly love, is the erotic. I find it compelling, inviting, thought provoking, and downright sexy. To be inspired by erotic art is the very least I can write, because its a combination of all these elements that help to put a smile on a person’s, and their mind!

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O Force 2 Male Vibrator Review

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O Force 2 Male Vibrator

As many of you remember I was reviewing adult toys in the not so distant past, things changed and I took a break from it. Well I’m back, sort of!

“Therapeutical Aids,” that’s what I call these toys, because sex and orgasm is supposed to be therapeutic, no?

I’m starting back at it with the O Force 2, male masturbator that boasts “five different intensities to produce potent stimulation” provided by two separate motors, the major difference from it’s predecessor the O Force. On first glance, the packaging is simple, sleek, and without the tacky dated pictures of porn stars with that hilariously fake orgasm face. Instructions are printed on the outside of the box with illustrations detailing the 3 AA batteries it requires, the 5 speeds, and that it’s waterproof. Simple enough.

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A Playful Flirt and a Giggle

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A playful flirt and a giggle, that’s what’s sexy this week.

Human interaction is super important, interaction of the positive kind. Forget the stalkers, sleazebags, and despicable low-lifes who truly only deserve a baseball bat upside the head for a little tune-up. No I’m talking about the attention from playful fun when one is out and about, that comes from innocent friendliness.

Innocent is the key word here, since many interpret these actions as seduction. Misinterpretations made by people who don’t have the skills to know the difference, as it shouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out.

Over a coffee with my girlfriend Brit, a sassy buxom blonde, I sat and listened as she told me of her exploits while on her last holiday. Exploits I realized, are not far off from my own when I’m out in the world. What we also agreed on was the fun that came from a playful compliment, or a flirt. Fun that we both knew wasn’t going to go anywhere except validation as the people we are. Gregarious, life loving gals, who dress-up for every occasion including a trip to the laundry room!

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Schnuck Didit Designs for Face, Body and Bath

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Schnuck Didit Designs, for face, body and bath.

Another amazing product in my “hotbed” of talent from Vancouver, BC, the place I call home.

Mark and Andy of Schnuck Didit Designs are another of the underdogs that deserve a plate at the table and that I truly love! “Producing top quality, Canadian Made artisan soaps and grooming products”, this husband and husband team also make men’s underwear and bathing trunks, that not only look great, but fit like a glove for men of all shapes and sizes.

With the name Schnuck Didit, why wouldn’t I give it a try! A nickname I am told is for one of the guys, a name that aptly fits for their designs, did it, they did!

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The Art of Casual Conversation with a Stranger, for Sexy This Week

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The art of casual conversation with a stranger, that’s what’s sexy this week.

Actually, it’s more like the lost art of casual conversation, and all a person needs to do is look around themselves once they’ve unglued their faces from their phones. Those little devices we’ve wired ourselves to the world with, the electronic annoyance that has become for many, a buffer from actual connection to the land of the living.

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