|
You can't choose your neighbours!
Helloooo
Well just back from having a lovers quarrel. My neighbour is ‘dating’ a jack arse and every now and then it is up to me to go an ensure they both know it. I told her today she needs to go and have some hooker training to facilitate the SNAP OUT OF IT process.
Why woman choose to go out with men who get off on sitting there for hours on end, telling them what an arsehole they are, how pathetic they are, how stupid they are, how intolerable, disgusting, useless blah blaaah and FOR FREE, I do not understand. I mean seriously, the only time I would allow that is when I’m in a dungeon and someone is paying me for a humiliation sub booking. I’m pretty bad at them though because I find a man speaking to me like that and actually believing it all pretty funny so I giggle alot. I’m a very bad sub because I find everything pretty funny to tell you the truth.
“I don’t understand how you can be so stupid not to be able to do anything more than 2 uni subjects at once. I stress about multi million dollar deals all day, all I do is make multi million dollar deals and you can’t even manage to do 2 uni subjects. I am losing respect for you, I loathe to be near you, you’re so pathetic, so stupid”. Ho hum
The other night he was throwing stuff at her head while he was screaming at her and when I heard him throw the toaster at her I lost it. I mean throwing brooms and glasses etc at her is one thing, but you throw a toaster, you spread the crumbs, you bring the cockroach’s to my unit, so LOOK OUT!
I don’t understand how every neighbour on the floor can hear him screaming at her and they do nothing. Not a thing. When did people stop caring so heinously about other people? Gives me the bloody shits.
Soo anyhoo tonight we had the hooker discussion. I informed them both they need some hooker training. Him to be taught how to be a man and to get taught some respect, and her to learn how to be a woman. I use to go out with a guy who use the beat the crap out of me. One day he tied me to a bed and chopped it up around me with a machete. I remember lying there after he chopped 3 legs off the bed so I was on this ridiculous angle tied to this bed thinking “this is hilarious! this is so Twilight Zone this is hilarious!” I left him and became a hooker pretty much straight away.
Becoming a hooker has taught me what is acceptable and unacceptable behaviour, what I deserve and don’t deserve out of people and life. In many ways, becoming a sex worker was the best thing I ever did. I was terrified of men when I first became a sex worker. I was so shy and scared of men they had to assign me a mentor I had to do my first 30 bookings with to teach me how to talk to men and bonk them. Now I have no fear (which is not necessarily a good thing) and can say to anyone at any time exactly what I think and feel. Hence no trouble smacking on my neighbours door and pointing out they are both MORONS!
I remember sitting there screaming when he use to go on a rant, kicking and punching holes in the wall and no-one would help. Why don’t people help? Why don’t people care about a person a mere 2 second walk from where they are sitting?
The other day I was on outreach for my straight job and we walked past a pub where a man was sitting there with his head on his chest. We walked over to him to lift his head up (head down on your chest = blocked airways) and to check he was ok and the bouncer came running out of the bar screaming at us to leave him alone in case he fell over and bumped his head. He was upset we may get him sued. I asked him if a dead person was preferable over a person with a bump on the head and he said “yes”. I pointed out responsible service of alcohol should probably be his primary concern and then he let us move him. DERRRRRRR!
Anyhooo moral of the blog is, if you hear your neighbour screaming, if you see someone lying on the ground, they may not have the voice to ask for help, but please stop and help. You never know, your intervention may save or change a life.
Mmwaah! and be safe people’s and look after each other
Lucy
Website: http://www.lucy-sydney-escort.com
 
Feeling like a sex worker
Helloooo all!
Well for the last 2 days I've been at a course and as per usual it's a Twilight Zone ridiculous experience. It's always been a toss up between social workers and psychiatrists as to who you can sit me in a room with who will make me nuts quicker. I always thought psychs were more dangerous than social workers, but nope I was wrong... it's the SOCIAL WORKERS who will forever more make me scream DANGER LUCY BLAKE DANGER!!
Psychiatrists are like people who test blood. They're diagnosticians (sounds like the name of a religious movement) in that they test you, diagnose you and then medicate you - quite civilised really as long as you can manage to out talk them so they don't get a word in. Social workers are infinitely more deadly because they diagnose you, theorise you and then mess with you. It's that middle and end step that's the danger. Psychs just accept the fact your a nutter and medicate you as a consolation prize, social workers need to apply you to a theory and then talk you out of it whether they have permission to or not.. NOT FAIR!
I'm sitting in a Supervision course that just keeps hammering home the fact I need to "caaaare" and ask how people I work with "feel" and let them come to their own decisions about why they fucked up. I mean call me insane but I don't want to know how people who work for me "feeeeel". If I want to know that stuff I'd outsource it and get the psychologist to write me a report. Why on Earth would I want to know how someone feeeeels?! Clearly they feel like crap and I think it is infinitely more helpful if I outsource their feelings so they can have a good bitch about me and their jobs in complete freedom and safety and to get it off their chests. As if you'd tell your boss the truth... talk about giving someone with a gun a gift wrapped bullet!
Then I point out the fact if you work in a peer based organisation, you can't ask someone how they feel. If you employ active sex workers to do peer education meaning they go into brothels and out to the street to support and educate other sex workers, it is very dangerous to ask someone how they feel. Imagine you've just done a shift and you've had a sex worker tell you in fine detail how they were raped and bashed and then an hour after you finish your straight job, you have to go and work your bent job in a brothel as a sex worker. If I turn around the next day and say "so tell me how it made you feeeeeeel when she was telling you about being raped and then how it made you feeeeeel to go and work in a brothel that night"..... how unfair is that?!?! 2 hours after that conversation in your Supervision session, she has to go to work in a brothel again... that's just plain nasty.
I was trying to explain that sex workers don't always have the luxury of feelings. Whether you're a social worker doing peer education and support, whether you're a sex worker who has to go home to their kids and partner, whether you're a sex worker who has to go home to her mum, whether you're a sex worker who has to go home to herself, we don't have the luxury to live in the moment. We don't have the luxury of reflecting on our feelings and the pros and cons of our experience that day, or the day before or the day before that.
I was trying to explain that it is unprofessional and unfair of me to bring down those brick walls if they are just trying to get on with it. Do you think the 14 Social Workers in my class were having a bar of that?!?! pffft. They were trying to convince me I should trick them into telling me how they feeeeeeel so they wouldn't realise it was happening so I could find out and magically they would never know. I mean seriously THEY THINK HOOKERS ARE DOPEY! Trying to fool a sex worker is like trying to fool your mother.. AS IF?!?! I pointed out we aren't stoopid which of course outted me as a sex worker to the class, then it was on. They sat there trying to fix me which of course was a red flag to a bull so I escalated with "no REALLY, I LOOOOVE working in a dungeon and caning people and I'm not happy until I see the blood spatter on the roof"... all untrue, but they MADE ME SAY IT! They were positively irrate someone would like working in a dungeon. Well the woman did when they worked out what a dungeon was, the boys just smirked at me.
Luckily it was break time and then I went outside and cried. SEE WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU FORCE A SEX WORKER TO FEEEEEEEEL?! They didn't catch me but so I still win :)
So all in all a most unsatisfactory day for someone who is unable to live in normal world. All of these people sitting around talking about their greatest dramas at work and I'm sitting there thinking that if I had to work in a place with those dramas, I'd die of boredom. No matter what one tries to live in the normal world, one can never find a hole deep enough to hide their weird bits in.
So tell me how you feeeeeeel, as long as it's not normal because thats boring, and as long as it's not horrific because that's unfair.
So what did she learn? Sex work is normal, people are NOT! Social workers are just plane scary!
Lucy Lu Lu Lala la pass me the cane laaaaaaa
Website: http://www.lucy-blake.com
Happy Happy Birthday Miss Soup!
Hellooo Miss Ciara
I'm a losty so I just realised it is your birthday (a few days ago) and I didn't want to miss out on saying HAAAAAAPY BIRTHDAY!
I am no good at soup, so I made you a cake instead. Now you just have to zooom over to Australia before I gobble it all!
Thankyou for all your wonderful support and giggles and sensibleness
Lucy
:)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Miss Jacqueline
You make me smile every morning with your picture and saying for the day and I adore you for that.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY and I wish you just as many smiles on your Birthday :)
Lucy
:)
|
