Thursday, May 14, 2009

Dinner with the Parents

Thursday, May 14, 2009
My Mom and Dad are here for a long weekend.

They love Miami -- the beaches, the breezy nights, and especially the Hispanic culture that permeates throughout the city. I met them for dinner this evening, but was careful to show up just a little bit late, and blamed it on work.

Not my real work, mind you, but the freelance jobs they think I do to support myself.

After I began escorting, the first thing I thought of was how I would explain it to my parents. Then, seconds later, I decided that lying would be best. I don't like doing it -- especially when they think I've found success through a legitimate career -- but escorting requires many sacrifices.

If they found out I was a whore, it would crush them -- especially my mother. They'd blame themselves, wondering where they "went wrong" or if I'd been molested as a child and never told them. People usually equate sex-work with post traumatic stress, but I'm really just in it for the money.

Thanks to escorting I live in a glittering high rise on the water, pay my bills on time and have a healthy checking account. I started investing in stocks this past spring, dollar-cost averaging into ETFs and other mutual funds, careful to make sure I'm diversified. Filing taxes was a bit more complicated, but nothing I couldn't achieve with the guidance of my agent.

Each time I see my parents, though, I always think back of what things were like when I was growing up. I'm from the northeastern United States, and sometimes I do miss it, particularly during the fall. Autumn leaves that glow like fire when the sun strikes them; haunted hayrides on Halloween; and the first snowfall that usually happens in December.

Still, they seem pleased when they come to visit me, proud that I've created a nice life for myself down here. My mother peppers our conversation with questions about my love life, asking if I've "met someone nice" or when I think I'll be ready to "settle down."

If she only knew the amount of women I've been with -- she'd pass out. Dating while working in escorting is nearly impossible; all the other girls at the agency are single to the best of my knowledge. I know that one day I'll have to leave the business and find a proper job, though working 9-5 is still unappealing.

But for now, anyone can be with me if they're willing to pay. Lots of young kids get fucked when they enter a job market in the middle of a recession, but I was lucky enough to get to fucked and be paid for it as well.
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