I woke up today in the arms of someone that I managed to be lovers with twice
in one week. I think the cuddling and waking up with someone is more important
to me these days than orgasm or sex. Before I met him, I had waited 4 months
to have intercourse with someone because I wanted to hold out for someone who
would see and respect me. I’d been on dating apps trying to date guys but I swear
hooking up to most guys these days seems to look like them stabbing someone with
their cyber penis and hoping that sex happens. They’d been so disrespectful and blunt
with their “Let’s fuck” messages when I was just trying to establish trust or start a normal
conversation and it would happen so often it was
feeling worse than when I was answering my phone as an escort.
Since prostitution laws prohibit explicit talk about sex I would cut anyone off who
mentioned any sex acts or explicit things immediately as high risk so, even as a whore
I wasn’t allowing that kind of man in my field. I have been watching a series of drug movies
and shows lately including one with him on the first night we were together on New Years Eve
which really made my night perfect: cuddling, cocaine, weed, sex, orgasm, and a streaming
film about Oiran, the Japanese courtesans, who were really highly decorated women who
were culturally accepted trafficked sex slaves. The later I actually hate saying because of how much
the anti-sex work movement uses the set phrase in their arguments against legal and volitional sex
workers on the internet (RIP Backpage and Craigslist), but part of the work I’m doing now
is to truthfully identified trafficking when it really is trafficking. Oiran were not allowed to
leave gated premises, weren’t paid for the sex they did and were sold into the life as children
from poor parents. They didn’t seem to live their lives as victims it seemed, saw their work
as a something of a spiritual duty and today its accepted as part of the Japanese “rich” cultural
history along with their samurai clients. I’m fascinated with the Oiran culture and have done
recent artwork dressing up in their head dresses and kimonos, which is actually something
of a fashion trend these days with lots of photo studios around town offering the “Oiran
experience” photoshoot with the unmentioned ill truth being covered up with make up and
glamorous beauty. My eyes were glued to movie as we did lines on New Years Eve and
I couldn’t have had a more wonderful end of 2018 and start of 2019. Hadn’t done coke
in a year nor had sex in 4 months, this was a celebration in itself. This guy was 20 years
younger than me but he was super sweet and gentlemanly and that’s pretty much what
hooked me. He was only 25 which is almost 20 years younger than me but he had a good
offer and seemed sweet enough for me to go for. Shoot, I called him twice in once week
and I guess I like him now. Japanese guys don’t usually start conversations, buy drinks,
hold open doors, have their own plans for dates or much else for me, so i often go out alone
and expect to go home alone in Tokyo. Or else it was his initial pick up line of
“Do you like marijuana?” which honestly is a terrible pick up line, but it is rare for men
to approach me in Japan and, well, I love marijuana, so it’s maybe not the worst line to
start a conversation on the right foot with me. Weed like most drugs and drug users
who are open about what they do is rare to find, even in Tokyo, even though, I can go
to an all night club and spot the users and what they’re using on the dance floor pretty easily.
He got me also because he offered to buy me coke for the night, the club that I had randomly
picked to dance at had music I didn’t really like so hey, once I stayed at this party for only
a couple hours, we left together and headed to Roppongi, the area that hosts all the
Africans that sell drugs in Tokyo. Random stop and frisks happen all the time to
foreigners in Tokyo, but it apparently doesn’t happen to girls or Japanese looking guys,
but it can happen once a week to non Japanese looking guys unfortunately. The
searches are actually not legal without a warrant but most foreigners don’t bother
to know or assert their rights. We went up to an African bar and bought a gram and
I put it in my glasses case for safety. I haven’t done coke in a year, but something
strange never fails to happen to my brain when the thought of doing cocaine enters it.
I have to take a cleansing shit right away! This used to happen to me when I was a late
night escort and it amazes me that it still happened recently. I hurried to the bathroom
at the African bar but it was crazy dirty to sit on the pot and so we went to another onein the
train station. He asked me if I did our stash that I was holding in the bathroom, but I’m actually
not shady like that, I was too busy emptying out my bowels for the chemicals
that we were about to injest. Later in the night, he ended up doing the majority
of the bag because I actually do coke kind of slowly and pace myself instead of go crazy,
and especially since it had been a while, I was on the snort and wait program for sure.
I was fine with what we did but I guess I could have stood to be a little higher as sex
and coke are really one of the best things since root beer and ice cream and it brings
out a side of me that nothing else can. In my escort drug doing days there was at
least 3 grams to share with clients so, I could go slowly and still have a lot just for
me to do to my heartbeat’s maxed out content. Then it would be xanax and sleep time.
We watched “Wolves of Wall Street” with Leonardo Di Caprio which was a hilarious
drug movie. Those kinds of guys were my clients too, rich on stock money and
whacked out to a drooling mess, the character in the film also did a body cleansing
ritual before he did his drugs, except his was self induced. My instantaneous #2 attack
that comes on when I know I am going to do coke is not voluntary, but equally as funny.
The second time, this morning that we got together there were no drugs involved, just
Netflix and chilling at my house. I have even run out of weed, which is a damn damn
shame because life had really been great in Japan for the last two months because I was
able to be stoned everyday. I had had a big client in December so I could afford the
ridiculously high prices of weed that they charge for the felony risk that marijuana brings.
At $80 and eighth it can be hard to do on a teacher’s income, therefore it can only be done
when I have big clients in my other profession. I’m rewatching Breaking Bad again and I
am finding it just as addicting as it was the first time that I watched it years ago. I have
other shit to do and I find a way to watch just one more episode! It’s crazy. It is a brilliant
show though, which is probably why. Meth and coke are similar substances but the resulting
high is so so different. This 25 year old works in the cabaret/sex industry and I’ve had a hard
time getting back in here in Japan, because I’m “old” and “fat” compared to most of
the women here. He recruits for clubs so I’m hoping he can get me a job. People meet
in strange ways sometimes and they get along because the mutual benefits that they
can exchange. It would be really nice to make lots of money so I could pay for my return
move to America in May and be in Hawaii for my birthday. Just like I didn’t know if
our 2nd date would happen, but it did, only time will tell.
in one week. I think the cuddling and waking up with someone is more important
to me these days than orgasm or sex. Before I met him, I had waited 4 months
to have intercourse with someone because I wanted to hold out for someone who
would see and respect me. I’d been on dating apps trying to date guys but I swear
hooking up to most guys these days seems to look like them stabbing someone with
their cyber penis and hoping that sex happens. They’d been so disrespectful and blunt
with their “Let’s fuck” messages when I was just trying to establish trust or start a normal
conversation and it would happen so often it was
feeling worse than when I was answering my phone as an escort.
Since prostitution laws prohibit explicit talk about sex I would cut anyone off who
mentioned any sex acts or explicit things immediately as high risk so, even as a whore
I wasn’t allowing that kind of man in my field. I have been watching a series of drug movies
and shows lately including one with him on the first night we were together on New Years Eve
which really made my night perfect: cuddling, cocaine, weed, sex, orgasm, and a streaming
film about Oiran, the Japanese courtesans, who were really highly decorated women who
were culturally accepted trafficked sex slaves. The later I actually hate saying because of how much
the anti-sex work movement uses the set phrase in their arguments against legal and volitional sex
workers on the internet (RIP Backpage and Craigslist), but part of the work I’m doing now
is to truthfully identified trafficking when it really is trafficking. Oiran were not allowed to
leave gated premises, weren’t paid for the sex they did and were sold into the life as children
from poor parents. They didn’t seem to live their lives as victims it seemed, saw their work
as a something of a spiritual duty and today its accepted as part of the Japanese “rich” cultural
history along with their samurai clients. I’m fascinated with the Oiran culture and have done
recent artwork dressing up in their head dresses and kimonos, which is actually something
of a fashion trend these days with lots of photo studios around town offering the “Oiran
experience” photoshoot with the unmentioned ill truth being covered up with make up and
glamorous beauty. My eyes were glued to movie as we did lines on New Years Eve and
I couldn’t have had a more wonderful end of 2018 and start of 2019. Hadn’t done coke
in a year nor had sex in 4 months, this was a celebration in itself. This guy was 20 years
younger than me but he was super sweet and gentlemanly and that’s pretty much what
hooked me. He was only 25 which is almost 20 years younger than me but he had a good
offer and seemed sweet enough for me to go for. Shoot, I called him twice in once week
and I guess I like him now. Japanese guys don’t usually start conversations, buy drinks,
hold open doors, have their own plans for dates or much else for me, so i often go out alone
and expect to go home alone in Tokyo. Or else it was his initial pick up line of
“Do you like marijuana?” which honestly is a terrible pick up line, but it is rare for men
to approach me in Japan and, well, I love marijuana, so it’s maybe not the worst line to
start a conversation on the right foot with me. Weed like most drugs and drug users
who are open about what they do is rare to find, even in Tokyo, even though, I can go
to an all night club and spot the users and what they’re using on the dance floor pretty easily.
He got me also because he offered to buy me coke for the night, the club that I had randomly
picked to dance at had music I didn’t really like so hey, once I stayed at this party for only
a couple hours, we left together and headed to Roppongi, the area that hosts all the
Africans that sell drugs in Tokyo. Random stop and frisks happen all the time to
foreigners in Tokyo, but it apparently doesn’t happen to girls or Japanese looking guys,
but it can happen once a week to non Japanese looking guys unfortunately. The
searches are actually not legal without a warrant but most foreigners don’t bother
to know or assert their rights. We went up to an African bar and bought a gram and
I put it in my glasses case for safety. I haven’t done coke in a year, but something
strange never fails to happen to my brain when the thought of doing cocaine enters it.
I have to take a cleansing shit right away! This used to happen to me when I was a late
night escort and it amazes me that it still happened recently. I hurried to the bathroom
at the African bar but it was crazy dirty to sit on the pot and so we went to another onein the
train station. He asked me if I did our stash that I was holding in the bathroom, but I’m actually
not shady like that, I was too busy emptying out my bowels for the chemicals
that we were about to injest. Later in the night, he ended up doing the majority
of the bag because I actually do coke kind of slowly and pace myself instead of go crazy,
and especially since it had been a while, I was on the snort and wait program for sure.
I was fine with what we did but I guess I could have stood to be a little higher as sex
and coke are really one of the best things since root beer and ice cream and it brings
out a side of me that nothing else can. In my escort drug doing days there was at
least 3 grams to share with clients so, I could go slowly and still have a lot just for
me to do to my heartbeat’s maxed out content. Then it would be xanax and sleep time.
We watched “Wolves of Wall Street” with Leonardo Di Caprio which was a hilarious
drug movie. Those kinds of guys were my clients too, rich on stock money and
whacked out to a drooling mess, the character in the film also did a body cleansing
ritual before he did his drugs, except his was self induced. My instantaneous #2 attack
that comes on when I know I am going to do coke is not voluntary, but equally as funny.
The second time, this morning that we got together there were no drugs involved, just
Netflix and chilling at my house. I have even run out of weed, which is a damn damn
shame because life had really been great in Japan for the last two months because I was
able to be stoned everyday. I had had a big client in December so I could afford the
ridiculously high prices of weed that they charge for the felony risk that marijuana brings.
At $80 and eighth it can be hard to do on a teacher’s income, therefore it can only be done
when I have big clients in my other profession. I’m rewatching Breaking Bad again and I
am finding it just as addicting as it was the first time that I watched it years ago. I have
other shit to do and I find a way to watch just one more episode! It’s crazy. It is a brilliant
show though, which is probably why. Meth and coke are similar substances but the resulting
high is so so different. This 25 year old works in the cabaret/sex industry and I’ve had a hard
time getting back in here in Japan, because I’m “old” and “fat” compared to most of
the women here. He recruits for clubs so I’m hoping he can get me a job. People meet
in strange ways sometimes and they get along because the mutual benefits that they
can exchange. It would be really nice to make lots of money so I could pay for my return
move to America in May and be in Hawaii for my birthday. Just like I didn’t know if
our 2nd date would happen, but it did, only time will tell.
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