Going down the rabbit hole
How does one conclude following a path as I did? Perhaps some would describe it as "going down the rabbit hole." You might ask yourself: Was this idea of becoming an escort brought upon by a deep insight, or a small idea seen in a show or read in a book? Or was it the influence of my surroundings? The truth is that it started with a combination of factors, all small, leading to a bigger outcome.
Misconceptions
Starting off with the most common assumptions about sex-workers, often asked and disguised as follows: "Did you have an abusive childhood?" or "Have you been exposed to narcotics?" and sometimes just because "you lost your mind." This often made me wonder the opposite about the person asking: "How can somebody be so narrow-minded?" This is often a question of environment as well. Normal for me is extreme for someone else. I might not blink when you tell me that your husband wanted to be pegged, while somebody else might. But that doesn’t indicate that I’ve been traumatized. Better yet, I’ve opened my mind to the pure human experience of sexuality, where it all starts.
The Act of Autonomy
To answer the question: It all comes down to each individual person, whether you are a sex-worker or somebody that dedicates their life tied to the pixels on their screen. Everybody within their profession has their own walk of life. One sex-worker could express her natural assertiveness as a dominatrix on a Sunday evening, while dad watches the kids, as part of a perfectly healthy family. Only the mom doesn’t drink martinis with the girls on Saturday night—she has her own kind of entertainment. Again, we don’t harm others; we give them the space to be who they want to be. And don’t we all want that sometimes? The relationship between being a sex-worker and the childhood that led up to it is better answered by yours truly, a high-class escort providing intimacy to other men, sometimes in an office suit, from 5-9. Please let me enlighten you about my road to wonderland.
Curiosity at Heart
Think about the following: Did Alice know what was waiting for her? From dragons to characters she’d never seen, purely because she was curious enough to follow the breadcrumbs. It opened a world she never imagined seeing, perhaps only in her dreams, including people that are rare to stumble across, almost as mythical creatures. Do you see what I’m saying with this metaphor? Becoming a high-class escort came with a box of surprises, but it truly started with the curiosity I hold close to my heart.
A Coach, a Renovator, and an Escort: The Story of My Family Life
My mom worked as a swimming coach for more than 40 years, and my dad renovated houses, both being in love and happy with my brother and two half-sisters from my mother’s side. Eventually, my sister moved to Switzerland to pursue her dreams of opening a restaurant there, and during her journey, she fell in love with a snowboarder from the local city. Spoiler alert: they made it happen, with a child born along the way. My brother grew to become a mathematical miracle, concealed by the silence he had around him, and he also became successful as an engineer. And me? I studied international business while exploring this "other" side of me. Some would call it the dark side, but I call it enlightenment.
This side was developed by reading Playboy and The Client List when I was younger, with big eyes and a mouth wide open in total awe of the stories these models and characters would tell: strong and independent women who didn’t follow the herd, perceived through my young and innocent eyes. But mostly, it was the challenged view my parents gave me about these and other characters I started to romanticize. "Those girls come from a different layer of society," I was told. But I was challenged, "How would you know? You don’t have any Playboy model friends?" This sparked my interest: "You can’t judge a group of people if you don’t know them, and what are all the stories I’ve been reading? Are they supposed to be fake?" This led my curious heart to follow the rabbit down the hole of wonderland; my first advertisement as an "amateur" escort at 18 years old, just to test the theory. At that point, I’d built up more experience with lovers, series, words, and impressions of these mystic sex-workers. Always talked about, but never seen in the light.
The Art of Intimacy
Volume does not equal value, as Rick Rubin said. "We can’t weigh source material based on the initial impact it makes on arrival." For me, that was true during my exploration as a young man exploring the arts of intimacy. I focused on quality, not volume. I focused on the interesting men that I’d be able to analyze and enjoy. Looking back, they were a course in human psychology for dummies, and I quickly mastered small talk and massage skills, with a hint of seduction rather than illusion. Did I feel dirty or less than before? Dirty, yes! But in all the good ways, and less definitely not. If anything, I was treated with more respect and manners than most men I’d dated before. There is an understanding between a gentleman and the escort, an understanding of respect for that created bubble where intimacy can run wild.
A Life of Prosperity, Pleasure, and Freedom
Who knew that all these factors would lead to a life, a life of not following the herd of expectations, a life full of prosperity, complexity, but most of all pleasure? I was living my own Alice in Wonderland story, one different from the Playboy stories I’d read, mostly because I didn’t find stories about men like me. I didn’t find an agency that carried the essence I was looking for, hence why I took matters into my own hands: my own blog about not only jet-set stories but also about the taboos, the world of "gay" escorts and the psychology behind us humans. It’ll make you hot and cold, soft by heart and hard by… thoughts!
Much more will be revealed soon; it’s just a matter of time.
