The Truth
Someone just emailed me calling me to task about the truthfulness of my stories. Basically, they decided I was either a man pretending to be a woman, making all of this up from scratch or at the very least I was exaggerating my exploits to be sensationalistic.
Nope. It's all true. Seriously.
I really did used to work in a dungeon in LA. I really did do a couple of professional porn movies. I really did appear on the cover a few specialty magazines. I really did do outcall work. Period. Unfortunately in order for me to prove any of this I would have to give you proof of my identity. And that ain't gonna happen. I lead a different life in a different town now. No one I know knows about this blog and I intend to keep it that way. Not that it's something I am ashamed of, it's just PERSONAL.
As far as my embellishing stories, there are some details I leave out, such as when someone accidently leans on my hair, the time out to put on a condom, the phone ringing, lost erections, or any of the other mundane interruptions that can happen during any encounter. I will occasionally change the setting of an encounter if I am concerned that too much accuracy might give away the identities of any of the parties involved. I always change the names of the participants to protect their identities, but I usually got a fake name from them to begin with.
If my stories sound a bit over the top, bear in mind I am only sharing with you the outstanding encounters of several years in the sex industry. You factor in that I worked 30 hours a week 52 weeks a year with no vacations or holidays and occasionally saw several clients a day there is a good chance that some of them were going to be pretty outlandish.
And that's all I am going to say about that. I don't benefit from lying to you. Quite frankly, I am not that bored.
Nope. It's all true. Seriously.
I really did used to work in a dungeon in LA. I really did do a couple of professional porn movies. I really did appear on the cover a few specialty magazines. I really did do outcall work. Period. Unfortunately in order for me to prove any of this I would have to give you proof of my identity. And that ain't gonna happen. I lead a different life in a different town now. No one I know knows about this blog and I intend to keep it that way. Not that it's something I am ashamed of, it's just PERSONAL.
As far as my embellishing stories, there are some details I leave out, such as when someone accidently leans on my hair, the time out to put on a condom, the phone ringing, lost erections, or any of the other mundane interruptions that can happen during any encounter. I will occasionally change the setting of an encounter if I am concerned that too much accuracy might give away the identities of any of the parties involved. I always change the names of the participants to protect their identities, but I usually got a fake name from them to begin with.
If my stories sound a bit over the top, bear in mind I am only sharing with you the outstanding encounters of several years in the sex industry. You factor in that I worked 30 hours a week 52 weeks a year with no vacations or holidays and occasionally saw several clients a day there is a good chance that some of them were going to be pretty outlandish.
And that's all I am going to say about that. I don't benefit from lying to you. Quite frankly, I am not that bored.
posted by Mina Blackwillow at 6:09 PM
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