temptess

So tired!!!!
After getting in bed and starting to read "Jane sexes it up" I get a call from Stripper Lady to ask if I was still up and whether I would go shake my ass (at 1 a.m.!) for a foot-fetishist. I said " sure" as there has been NOTHING all week (damn tax season). I spent the better part of an hour on my ass while he licked my feet. It is truly bizarre what people pay for! Then she sent me to dance at a "bachelor party" for three coked-up guys on the East side. Total nasty freaks, the energy was bad. I am still nega-vibing this morning off it. Yuck. So I finally get home and in bed at about 4:30 a.m.

Value is probably one of the most complicated, unexplainable phenomenom that exists.
What does it say about our society if a man will pay (let's just settle on "unnamed amount") for a conversation (non-sexual), for human contact of any kind, for an hour of feeling appreciated, for someone to take to dinner? It is truly bizarre. I cannot myself explain how this is a femimist movement, but in reality I believe it to be. I am in no way being exploited. I have been known to make more money than most very-well paid men I know. For simply BEING there and BEING myself. I could have an ego if I wasn't so well balanced! Truly bizarre!