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A little porn to balance out some of the negativity…this is a video still from a scene I shot with Hayden a couple months ago, available for your viewing pleasure on AbbyWinters.com! Click the link to join and support a lady thats trying to do something… Thanks for all of the birthday wishes. So here is a halfassed update: I’m back in Australia, taking advantage of their better economy and dollar and I’ve been working legally in their brothel system here. The upside is of course the legality, the safety and consistency. The downside is that its high volume which doesn’t leave too much room for quality or artistry, in my opinion. In this economy, I’m pretty lucky to have found something, even if it is so far away, that pays as well and consistently as whoring does. But, theres this little voice inside me that wants to do something else. Anything else. Everyday I’m here, I’m not. I’m in my head, I’m hiking on the A.T., I’m at the beach first thing in the morning. I’m not in the cold Victorian winter, stuck in the city. Does working for money kill your soul? That’s a serious question. So, its time to make some decisions. If I stick around I could possibly buy a house in Florida since they’re so dang cheap these days or LAND! Or I could say fuck this altogether go home and buy a micro bus, which I’ve wanted to do forever. I still need to get my drivers license though. Part of me thinks that if I went home for a bit, just even to gain some perspective, GET A CAR and learn how to drive, maybe I could come back with more gusto. At least I would know how to drive so I could go other places. I think I need a travel partner though, someone with more capitalistic motivation than I. How do you live life normally after being in the woods for six months? I spent the time right after the trail looking for anything to fill up the void that was inevitable. Here I am about eight months later finally letting myself mourn over the fact that I’m not out there. I wanted to go to Trail Days, I wanted to hike another section, but I had this idea that if I just tried to put away money and make something happen with it, like a home, I could go wherever I wanted after that with the comfort and security of having something to come back to. But dang. I miss the woods. Or maybe I just miss adventure.
(and a big thank you to Feck for putting me up during this blank phase
Today I met a kid that couldn’t stop shaking because he was nervous. he was my age and had a really cute smile. I made friends with a big orange cat.
She’s really soft. I think I need a partner in crime, someone that preferably knows how to drive. Maybe we could make a mockumentary about working and adventures and working adventures… I collapse on the couch, I’m a little richer but a little poorer as well. I’m not sure if its this place or maybe just my state of mind but sharing this much space with people this often for this much just doesn’t seem worth it. But what are my choices? The reality is that I need money but I also need something more sustainable but I’m lacking direction. What folks tend to forget is that if you’re from a certain class status there are only so many choices that you’re presented with anyways. Waitress? Construction Laborer? Bartender? People like to parade the college thing around in your face like its this all saving, no matter what happens, the perfect backup plan is going thousands upon thousands into debt so that you can have a little piece of paper that legitimizes your status and says that you know things. When I was on Niteflirt alot more I remember reading in the forums that some of the women were working there because they couldn’t find jobs with their degrees, their PHds, because of the economy. In a prayer to Venus I pour a bath and light a candle. I light incense and the bathroom fills with the delicious earthy smell of sandalwood. I pick some roses from the bushes outside and add the petals to the warm water as well as epsom salts. I let my mind wander and follow the tripped out 70s paisley patterned wallpaper. The colors match the rose petals, golden orange and pink. I remember a love spell once that I see in a movie and think about doing something similar. I want a love that’s all mine, but maybe a little hard to fight for since mind fucks are obviously a turn on. Must be someone that cares about their health and body. Must be young in heart and body. No work sex for personal sex, yes sometimes the lines get blurred and sometimes I’m not good at not performing, but I want something real. You don’t get to leave right after because you need to water your plants or take care of your wife. Some people say that you need to be by yourself for a time before letting the next one in. Some say in order to get over a lover you have to get under another. I don’t know what I think but I do know that love and sex inspire my lust for life. Its my art and I do it well, its just a matter of being around people that appreciate it or people I can do it well for. A couple hours later I go to my first hot yoga class, $19 for ten days of sweating your ass off in a room full of other sweaty, smelly people. OK I’m in. But my body is not. I want to leave after the first half hour because the heat is making my heart pound against my chest. The teacher tells me to level my head with my heart and just breathe. I feel like crying. This morning I thought about the beach in the morning. Specifically Florida beach and I could smell it. The salt, the sea the warm air. The ocean is a reset button for me sometimes it seems like it can cure anything. The thought causes a tear to drop right out of my eye, no effort or warning at all. The teacher is giving directions but I’m still laying still, sweat dripping off my body and soaking the towel and mat beneath me. When I’m not totally wrapped up in my own grief or mental space I steal glances at the pretty blonde thing in the front row. She has a strong, muscular build. I like looking at her body, not in a sexual way, but just in an appreciative way. I like muscles. I like having them and feeling them on someone else. Strength is hot. On my way back I realize that I didn’t give myself enough time to get back and get ready for my shift. The receptionist told me not to be late. I sit for a second contemplating my options and just not showing up at all wins out. I could go, I could make another couple hundred bucks, but I’m still not sure how I feel at this rate or maybe this place. Something is off. I have an interview at another place on Monday anyways. I find myself in the desert for a few days. The land here is awesome, not dead like most people associate with the desert, but rustic and mystical. It seems bigger here and the mountains are wicked. Tucson is surrounded by them.
The drive up to Mount Lemmon from Tucson is awesome. Watching the landscape change with the elevation is cool, from dry desert heat and tall saguaro cactuses to cold mountain air and ponderosa pines.
We hike up to an area with some cool looking boulders and climb on top of them to see the view. The sky is clear and the view is a beauteous 360 degrees, clear skies. You can hear the wind whisper from one side of the mountains to the next. I remember the first couple days on the trail in Georgia and getting tripped out about hearing the mountain wind whisper to you, from one valley to the next.
On top of the boulder, Matt pulls out his magick supplies: ash, alcohol and tobacco. We do a ceremony for clarity, I want direction and purpose and so we ask the ancestors. Right after we close the wind roars and Matt says this is a good thing, our intentions are being carried out with the wind.
If you happened to catch an episode of Inside Edition the other day you may have recognized somebody. I answered a media inquiry for IE because they claimed they were seeking an escort to discuss the safety precautions and practices that we (escorts/sex workers) take when we see clients. In case you haven’t been keeping up with the news, New York police have discovered a total of ten bodies that were dumped on Long Island, four of which have been identified as sex workers that used the former Adult Services section of Craigslist to advertise. However, upon viewing the episode it appears that in fact what they were actually seeking was a face and two second sound bite for a sex worker to say that she was scared of this “serial killer on the loose”. I’ve come to the conclusion that appearing on major news networks and interacting with mainstream media is almost exactly like working in mainstream porn: big corporations using your image however they deem fit. I did get paid, though. I guess the major difference between the two is that porn is more often obvious fantasy and the news is…well supposed to be the news. I have to say it was an interesting experience to see how much they twist your words to make the story that they want. For example, when asked if I had ever worked on Craigslist, I said not really, I might have used it twice and that Backpage and Eros were my advertising sites of choice, depending on the service I was offering. The article that was written up is now titled: Craigslist Sex Worker speaks out! Really? It also made it seem like I started taking safety precautions after hearing about the story when I told them what prompted it was organizing for December 17 (which I guess is technically true since the first bodies were found around December…). One reason I wanted to speak on this issue was that when it comes to safety, one practice that gets promoted is the safe call which I do not see as being the best option for keeping yourself safe at work. The safe call is basically a two call system where I would contact a friend when I meet a client and then after the appointment is over, my friend would be aware of when the appointment begins and when it is scheduled to end as well as my location. If I did not contact this friend after the appointment said friend would then be aware that there is a problem and contact the police. This issue with this method is that it assumes that 1. you have someone to use as a safety call (what if you don’t have someone y0u trust with that info?) and that 2. if there is danger, whatever the predator would have in mind to do to you will probably already be done by the time your friend has an inkling that something is wrong. I think that training in the martial arts and basic self defense is the best thing you can do as well as honing your sense of intuition. One thing my martial arts instructor stressed over and over again was trusting that little feeling and that the first step to self defense was not being in the situation in the first place. I guess the major issue with this method is that it assumes you have the financial ability to afford lessons. I think it would be awesome if there was some way to offer martial arts lessons to sex workers on a sliding scale…or something… Anyways… Intuition – trust your gut! Yes that extra $150, $300 whatever amount would be great right now but if dude’s voice over the phone makes your hair stand on end, its probably not worth taking the call. Self Defense – so you took the call anyways and now there’s an issue. The four out of ten bodies that have been identified as sex workers were all asphyxiated. Do you know how to get out of a choke hold? Youtube has a lot of great videos this type of stuff: Safety Calls – this is the two call system discussed earlier Screening – this really depends on what advertising mall you are using, clients are more willing to be screened from sites like Eros than they are from Backpage. These screening methods are not full proof, just extra precautionary steps but it my opinion they should not replace your intuition or make up for not learning how to defend yourself. So, lets say you have a client that is willing to be screened. Get their legal first and last name (and make sure to mention that you will check their ID when you meet to make sure they are the person that they say they are). Besides a basic google search here are some other sites you can run their information through:
Another method would be to ask them to join up with DateCheck or Preferred411 (escort reference sites), where other provider’s can reference them and the sites themselves perform an employment verification to make sure they are who they say they are. You can also ask them for provider references, which I’m not a fan of doing because sometimes it might take a while for the other provider to get back to you. I have no problem providing references in a timely manner though. Thats all I can think of right now, if any other sex workers have safety advice feel free to leave it in the comments or write your own blog and I’ll link to it for sure! If any sex workers have any specific questions about safety or screening or whatever feel free to shoot me an email sequoia [at] sequoiaredd.com
If you’re a resident of Suffolk County, New York please call.
Some photos of some shoots I did whilst in Amsterdam! If you join up with AbbyWinters from one of these links you’ll be supporting your favorite lady on the internet. Search for Sahara. “…in beds of purple, caressed by magnificent beasts of women with large limbs, and fire and light in their eyes, and masses of flaming hair about them…”
I am a secret keeper and your dirty little secret. Even though neither of these are really pleasant places to be, I miss you and part of me wonders if I will always play this role. Is it good? Is it bad? Do I care?
Do you like your secret? Do you miss me too? Do you care? Does any of it matter? It was the chemistry. That doesn’t happen everyday. Or maybe it does.
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