Hotel Bliss Guest Blog

An Introduction

You can call me Lola. I’m a sex-worker. I’ve been working in the business for almost a year. I wanted to post a bit about escorts in general before I tell any tales simply because there is so much misconception and revulsion for those of us who take this path.

Hollywood and popular culture will tell you that I’m a woman who was abused. That I’m a victim. That I’m just waiting for my Prince Charming to come ”rescue” me. That I’m hooked on drugs and walking the street trying to make enough to support my habit. . .and my pimp’s habit. Or that I’m just a whore who can’t remember how to cross her ankles.

In my time as a sex-worker, I have met a lot of girls who meet all those stereotypes and go a whole lot deeper into Hell than I ever want to go.  But there is a smaller group that I call home.  We are smart, charming, conversational, witty. . .and loving.  We provide what is called a GFE. . .A Girlfriend Experience. All the good parts of having a girlfriend without any of the drama a relationship or affair can cause.  I spend more time talking and listening and providing a hug and a kind word than I do having sex.  I am a counselor, a friend, a confidante.  

My average client is a man over 60.  He’s either married and in a sexless marriage or widowed and lonely.  They have the disposable income to pay for vacations and hobbies and anything else they want. And what they want is someone who will always be loving and kind and compassionate.  Someone who will greet them with a smile and a kiss, hold them while they cry out their childhood trauma, rub their shoulders and make them feel adored.  Any friend can rub your back, but you PAY a massage therapist to do it right.  There’s no difference, really.  We are professional girlfriends. 

As for me, specifically. I’ve always had a circle of friends who knew they could call on me in times of need.  I love unconditionally and share myself openly with those I love.  It’s just hard-wired into me.  Some of my earliest memories include sitting in my highchair, kissing boys, and masturbating.  Some of you will be sure that I was molested or abused in some way. Trust me when I say I’ve explored that path from end to end and there’s nothing dark in my past.  I’ve come to the point where I just chalk it up to ultra-speedy reincarnation.  Suffice it to say I’ve been a sexual being for every concious moment of my life.  So, I was already living the life-style long before I got paid. It was only a small step for me to start getting paid just for being myself.

So, I’m here to share. . .and break down prejudice. . .and just basically to open perspectives. Feel free to ask questions or comment.

Thanks for reading
Lola

No, you can’t watch!

I had just started dating someone, when I made a big mistake. I mentioned my ex girlfriend. You could see the wheels in his mind crashing to a grinding halt. I blushed in the silence and said, “I’m bi…..” Then I added, “But I don’t do threesomes!”

His answer, “Well then, what’s the point?”

I rarely get a negative response from a man for being openly bisexual. This response really struck me. It reminds me of another, more common response: “Can I watch?”

I don’t do threesomes, and no you can’t watch. And so, the appeal of my bisexuality is lost completely on most men.

Sometimes it’s hard being a bisexual woman. We are seen as promiscuous, attention-starved means for men to live out their fantasies of two girls at once. We are seen as dishonest and that we have it “easy” because we can “masquerade” as straight and don’t have people railing against a bisexual agenda. Yet let me tell you, when a man sees no point and no beauty in your bisexuality because it isn’t serving his own sexual needs, it can make you question the point of it all and whether bisexual women have it all that “easy”.

I’m bisexual, but that doesn’t mean I am incapable of devoting myself to one person.

I’m bisexual but that doesn’t mean I want my intimate moments with the man or woman I choose to love to be put on display for someone else.

If only he knew then how much his comment had hurt me. And how often I heard it echoed in the responses of other men.

That is part of the appeal of joining a website like Hotel Bliss. Instead of having your sexuality treated like a tool for other men, it is celebrated and enshrined for what it is by other women who have been made to feel as isolated and objectified as you, yourself, have felt at times. You are not alone and you are not an object. The beauty and openness you show by being bisexual is amazing. We need more ethical, honest, lovely bi-girls like yourselves in the world.

**New Series** Tales of A Dancer - The Background

  For a short time, my husband and I were so bad off financially that I bit the rope and did something I never thought I could do.

  I became a Stripper.

  It was extremely hard for me, as I was molested as a small child, and thoughts of that continued to come up for me while at ‘work’.  The money was good.  The money was great.  But the emotional trama was nearly unbearable.  So I pretended.  I pretended that I was the journalist for a Bi-girl magazine (Miss Bliss, you helped me do this) and that I was working undercover to produce a new series called ‘Stripper Stories’.  I was so convinced that was my real job, that I even told it as a secret to a new friend at work, and proved it to her by revealing a notepad that I’d packed in my bag to write down important notes.  And write down those notes I did.  I didn’t want to miss anything that could be a great possible story.  When I got home, I’d type them up on my computer - just to prove to myself that that was the only reason I had to dance.

  Since then, I have been able to quit.  I now work at a formal job, and while the money isn’t as plentiful, we get by.  But my notes remain on this laptop of mine, and I’m ready to start my series for real.  I’ve changed the title of the series to ‘Tales of a Dancer’ and I will be making short stories drawn from what I can remember, and mostly my notes.  I will be elaborating on the stories as time goes on, because I only worked there for a few months and I know that my notes will evenutally run out.  But please know that my ‘Tales of a Dancer’ will be based on True Events.

Enjoy.