I love being low volume

It's about time I stopped waxing lyrical about how I must get around to posting a new blog entry and actually started to write one instead. Since moving to my new place and limiting the number of clients I see to a maximum of one a day, I've become far too relaxed for my own good. I've lost all sense of urgency (and the majorities of my worries and stresses along with it.)
I'm so happy being "low volume," as the Americans call it, that I can't even begin to explain what a difference it has made to my quality of life (although no doubt I'll have a bash at doing so over the course of this post.)

Like most working girls that are in the profession by choice, not because they are being forced to work either by person or by circumstance, I absolutely love my job. I've read more than one educated opinion that calls sex work a calling, and says we are born whores in the same way some people are born gay.

(A little aside: I can call myself and other WGs a whore in the same way black people can call themselves and each other the N word. But unless you provide sexual services in exchange for cash you cannot call me a whore. You might not agree with that, you might not understand it, and there's a good chance you won't like it, but I don't care, just don't do it. I'd never dream of questioning a black person's right to call themselves whatever they like and equally I'd rather cut my tongue out than use that word, I can't, I'm white. I won't tolerate other white people using it either [don't get me wrong, I'm one of the most tolerant people you'll ever meet, but that's one of the few places I draw the line]. All I ask is that I'm shown the same respect with regards to the term "whore." I don't think that's too much to ask, is it?)

 Anyway, back to my original point. I love my job, I really do. It's a true vocation and I take pride in providing my services to the best of my ability. I genuinely love giving others pleasure. I enjoy being on the receiving end as well, but not as much as I enjoy giving it. It pleases me to please other people, that's just the way I am. I can't help it, I was born this way. What I don't enjoy is having mediocre sex with lots of different people because I need to make a quick buck, because I've got bills to pay and a minimum amount of money I need to make a week. I don't enjoy feeling cheap and used either.
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I'm not suggesting this was the case very often when I was entertaining multiple clients in the space of 24 hours, but I can't deny that sometimes it was and that made me feel like shit. You start to loose respect for yourself in that situation, which in turn was beginning to make me very unhappy. I'm not one to do something if it makes me unhappy so changes had to be made. I made the decision to give up my flat where money was easy to come by as short incalls were so easy to arrange.

For a while I was floundering, unsure how I was going to make a decent living and deeply regretting my brave but (I thought at the time) stupid and nearsighted decision. The first couple of months after I left my smart city centre flat weren't much fun at all. But things do seem to have a funny way of working themselves out. When the house I'm living in now became available I jumped at the chance to snap it up. It's in a really lovely, upmarket part of Chester and the view from my windows are beautiful, with far more trees and other greenery than you'd expect to see through the window of a property so close to the city centre.

As I mentioned in my previous post it's great to have my own gardens. Both front and back are a decent size, but as I've been focusing on furnishing the house's interior the gardens have been neglected somewhat to date (except for cutting the grass, an unruly lawn would look very out of place in my smart, well manicured neighbourhood). Although they look neat and tidy they're ever so boring, and now I've just about furnished the whole house I'll be working on making them prettier, more pleasant places to sit and relax. I'd love a warm spell soon so I can enjoy working in them and of course have the odd BBQ or 10.

The best thing about my new place however, is it's not suitable for having multiple clients visit each day. My solution was to just do a maximum of one booking per day, insisting these appointments be for a minimum of 2 hours each, and rent a hotel room to work from a couple of days a week to keep the funds coming in. I didn't expect to get many bookings for 2 hours plus as I never had in the past but I couldn't have been more wrong. Unfortunately for anyone looking to visit for a shorter booking in a hotel, they won't be happening for the foreseeable future. The low volume, longer appointments approach to escorting has worked very well, and as I'm enjoying life and every aspect of the job so much at the moment I have no intention of returning to the way things were anytime soon.