Lipstick Problems

This is an entry I've been meaning to post for awhile, but things have been rather busy lately. All I can say for now is that I may or may not have an interview for a regular job -- one that was in my field of study at university, no less. I'll keep everyone posted on any further developments...

But back to the issue of Lipstick Problems. While this might sound sophomoric if not completely crude, lipstick has a habit of staying on one's body after the act of oral sex is complete. In layman's terms, I'm tired of having lipstick on my dick days after a client is done blowing me.

Get the giggles out now, folks. It's a serious issue because should a client see another woman's lipstick on my cock, well, the illusion that I'm there for her and only her is effectively ruined. As I've said before, escorting is all about pretenses and false airs -- namely the illusion that the client I'm with is the only woman in the world I care about.

Of course I do care for my clients, but would I sleep with most of them for free? The answer's no.

So, what's a gigolo to do? This week, I finally went to TARGET and purchased some makeup remover. It wasn't until after I walked out of the store that I realized I could have easily ordered it online from Amazon.com (who now seems to carry everything under the sun, which is making Wal-Mart increasingly nervous), but that wouldn't have had the same amount of embarrassment, now would it?

Porn: The Business of Pleasure

Forgive me, CNBC, for stealing the title of your documentary for the title of this blog entry!

My introduction to the world of pornography came at a startlingly young age -- sixteen to be exact. I was in New York City over winter vacation, visiting a friend of mine who'd worked as an adult film star for several years before retiring.

Yes, I know how improbable that sounds -- but I assure you, it's the truth. As I've said before, I was never all that interested in socializing with kids my own age. The "adult world" was infinitely more fascinating, and I learned more outside the classroom than I ever did in it.

So, back to Julian and the former porn star in New York City. We were having dinner at a restaurant on the Upper West Side when a friend of hers arrived. He looked normal enough, wearing a handsome black coat and an even nicer suit beneath it. As I reached out my hand to introduce myself, he took a moment to look me over from head-to-toe.

"I need to go to the bathroom," my friend said. "Be back in a minute..."

After that, it was just me and the man. He ordered himself a martini as I sipped on my Coke, wondering if he'd notice that I was clearly underage. Much to my surprise, he didn't. I know this because the next thing that came out of his mouth was an offer to fly to LA and "audition" for his company.

"What company would that be?" I said.

He named the company and immediately I knew it was porn. After feeling my face blush, I calmly told him that I was only sixteen, and the last thing I wanted to see was him end up in jail. He laughed, thinking I was joking, until I took out my wallet and showed him my school ID.

I watched his face go white in horror before he began to apologize profusely over his actions. I did my best to assure him that it was an honest mistake -- one that people had made time and time again over the years. No worries.

My friend came back to the table, though I didn't tell her what happened -- at least not then. After we finished our meal and the excellent chocolate cake we shared for dessert, my friend and I hailed a cab back to the hotel I was staying at with my parents.

"I had a great night," I said, and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks again."

"Don't mention it. Enjoy the rest of your vacation."

When I finally did tell my friend about the offer, she was livid. Though she's not ashamed of her career in porn, it's a field she didn't want me entering under any circumstances. To this day, she doesn't know I'm an escort. And while I may regret saying this later, I can't help but wonder if meeting someone who worked in the sex industry influenced my later on.

Because of this relationship, I knew that not all sex workers were drug-addicted losers or in need of psychological care. Like I said, I learned more outside the classroom than I ever did inside of it...

Female Sex Tourism

We've all heard about sex tourism intended for males. The American businessman goes to Thailand or Russia, looking to get laid during a business trip. The prostitute he's with for the evening may or may not be of legal age. She may or may not be working in prostitution of her own free will.

I deplore these situations. The thought of any girl, anywhere, having sex for survival and/or because she's coerced into doing so is disgusting. World governments have little in the way of solving these problems, and instead focus on busting the street walkers and occasional high-end call girl.

So, what about female customers and male prostitutes? Are there places where women can go and get laid?

Apparently, there are -- but the industry of female sex tourism isn't nearly as pervasive as that for men. Countries like Thailand, Cuba and the Dominican Republic host female sex tourism, even if they refer to it as "romance tourism" or some other euphemism. It seems the crucial element in supporting the sex trade i to have men with very limited career options.

Basically, the poorer the men, the better.

Again, there's something decidedly shady about this operation. True, I get paid for my work, and I guarantee I earn more than some poor guy in Croatia or any other obscure country. I've never felt "victimized" because of my work and I entered into it out of convenience, not necessity.

The idea that women can became just as villainous as men is still hard for me to swallow. Tonight, I'll be watching Heading South, a film starring Charlotte Rampling, and centers around a group of women who head to Haiti looking for love. I suppose I'll determine just how "villainous" the women are by the time the film is finished.

Stay tuned...

Women Over 40

As I've said before, a good deal of my clients are older than I am. Virtually all of the, in fact. And while I'm satisfied with the women I get to bed on a weekly basis, there are a number of celebrities over forty that I would be all too happy to sleep with.

• Sandra Bullock. I find her extremely sexy. True, I haven't seen one of her movies since Crash, but that doesn't stop me from gazing at the screen like a love-sick teenager whenever I watch her old films like The Net or Speed. Aside from being very attractive, Sandra is bilingual and quite the businesswoman. What's not to love?

• Cindy Crawford. Unlike today's fashion models, Cindy has a body -- and an incredible one at that. Her photos for Playboy are legendary, as are her ads for Pepsi. Like Sandra Bullock, Cindy sounds intelligent when she speaks, and the fact that she's managed to transcend the fashion industry into greener pastures is nothing short of miraculous. Where other models have faded into obscurity and reality television, Cindy used her greatest asset -- her brain -- to keep working.

• Demi Moore. What she's doing with Ashton Kutcher is beyond me, but ever since watching Ghost and the thriller Mr. Brooks, I understand her appeal. Her voice is sexy as hell and I love her long, dark hair. The press always seemed to have a love/hate relationship with her, but I deeply respect her decision to leave Hollywood at the top of her game to raise her daughters. Again, I always felt that Demi was much more shrewd than she let on.
  

• Angela Bassett. I don't see nearly enough black women at work. I'm not sure why that is -- and I don't want to start theorizing, either -- but I've always loved black women. Ms. Bassett has been on the top of her game for several decades, and engages in a variety of charity work as well. Aside from being a talented actress, she always struck me as slightly... mysterious. I don't know why, she just has. And for the record, I thoroughly enjoyed How Stella Got Her Groove Back. Got a problem with that?

So there it is -- an idea as to who a gigolo dreams about at night. While I doubt I'll ever meet any of these women, I would die a happy man if I ever did. Smart, beautiful, successful, and most of all, REAL. No bullshit, no pretenses. Perhaps it's time I started actively looking for an older woman? Seeing how I'm not even twenty-five, I have plenty of options...

Irresponsible & Dangerous

Is my blog a danger to society?

Not in my opinion -- but that doesn't mean that there aren't other people who think differently. As I browsed through the messages at my Hushmail account, I came across a rather nasty email that insisted I was harming society by writing about my life as a prostitute.

"Your experience in sex work is that of a tiny, tiny minority," the e-mail read. "For a majority of people working as prostitutes, they are doing so for survival, and often against their own free will.

"Girls as young as 12 are trafficked into the US, Canada and Europe, where they are made to sleep with men three or four times their age less they be handed over to immigration services and charged as an illegal alien.

"And while I'm pleased to see you take pride in your education, I can't help but wonder whether you made any use of it!"

Wow. Just... wow.

I won't identify who wrote this email, but I will say that it was a woman. I searched for information about her online, but nothing of any interest turned up. Perhaps she's a member of law enforcement with experience in dealing with sex-trafficking victims. Maybe she's a feminist. Could be both.

While I appreciate her concern, the only thing I can say in my defense is that I have never partaken in anything dealing with a minor, and I am working as an escort out of my own free will. That's it, folks.

Still, I encourage everyone -- for or against me -- to write to me at JulianKaye@hushmail.com

The Best Sex of My Life

I really can't say who was the best lay of my life. In fact, I hope that it's yet to come.

Sure, Rebecca was incredible -- mostly because we had the kind of chemistry that no book or sexual self-help program can provide. That kind of things comes along very rarely, and makes for excellent times while the relationship lasts.

Still, there are plenty of other good times. Sex is a lot like golf. Sure, the game is fairly straight-forward, but each golf course is different. And as the saying goes, variety is the spice of life. The minute I say I prefer doggie style with a woman who's comfortable with light S&M, I'll have missionary with a girl who wouldn't dream of using a riding crop -- and enjoy myself.

Perhaps I'm just indecisive, or just unwilling to admit the best sex of my life has left Miami for good. But ever since I was with the client who loves cars -- I think I'll name her Ms. Hotwheels -- I've realized that pining over lost lovers and ignoring new opportunities isn't a wise thing to do. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

Autoerotic Asphyxiation

In celebration of my 100th post, I'd like to talk about a topic that's been in the news a lot lately.

Autoerotic Asphyxiation is when one intentionally cuts off oxygen to the brain for the purposes of sexual arousal. Often, this is done during an orgasm to increase the effect. Unfortunately, there can be deadly consequences, with several high-profile people having died in recent years from this dangerous game.

According to Wikipedia, Autoerotic Asphyxiation dates back to the 1600s. Oddly enough, it was used as a treatment for impotence and erectile dysfunction (ED). Did people in the 1600s not know that impotence and ED are caused by blood-flow problems, not lack of oxygen? Apparently not...

As for how people go about suffocating themselves, methods and techniques vary widely. Some put a plastic bag over their heads, while others strangle themselves or have their sex partner do it for them. Other methods include gas masks and other complicated devices, though these make up a small fraction of known cases.

So, the big question: Have I ever participated in Autoerotic Asphyxiation?

The answer: Hell no.

Don't get me wrong -- I'm not judging anyone here, and one would be hard-pressed to find someone more sexually liberal than an escort. And while I do enjoy a bit of LIGHT S&M play, being strangled and possibly killed is out of my league. No one ever died from a spanking or having their wrists tied to the bed post, after which they have hot wax poured on their...

Err, never mind.

Be safe, kids. Sex is wonderful, when done properly between consenting adults. As a general rule, risking one's life isn't part of the game.