An x-streetwalker should be wiser. They say you can’t con a con. Turns out you can con this one, if I’m the con. (A chronic tricked me out of $200 w/ a bank’s help)

When I say you can’t con a con, by the second use of the word con I mean convict. I was a convict and I usually am smarter than everyone I encounter, IMHO. I was in prison for possession of $10 of heroin. Not for stealing. Yes, I make the distinction between my choices about my life vs. hurting others. But that’s another story. You know how I got tricked out of $200 last week? I believed the guy when he said if I loaned him the $ he would make me joint on his bank account and I would have access to his directly deposited social security check, for my repayment. I believed the bank when the bank said staff would not take sides in any joint account. The bank granted his request to lie to me should I ask if everything was ok. You see, he was overdrawn. The bank wanted it’s $600 back. If I had known that he intended to close the account and deny me access as soon as the check came in, I could’ve frozed the account unilaterally, interfering with the bank getting repaid. He told the bank on Thursday he intended to deny me access and close the account Monday. Saturday, I asked bank staff if everything was ok for me to access funds on Monday. They straight up lied. “Everything is a go!” In reality their notes told them to deny me access to the account pending his arrival to officially take me off the account. No wonder I noticed it took a conference of bank staffers huddled around the computer screen to dimy say, “no changes here!”

At the opening of business Monday. the same staffers from Saturday turned me away from the teller window, empty-handed in Monday at 9:20. All they claimed to know was there was no record of me being joint on any account. I’d have to ask him why. He hid until I exited the bank. He entered the bank and withdrew the money left after the overdraft was repaid and closed the account. I found out the whole back story when I returned that afternoon bc I had a suspicion the bank breached it’s own policies. I was right. Yet another manager told me the truth, including the times he made his requests. She remained silent when I asked if the bank deliberately lied; only raised her eyebrows. She did say that I could’ve taken out my $200 first thing Monday bc my cancellation was not official til he came in. But that’s not what I was told Monday morning. God, I am furious. One reason you can’t con a con is we learn the rules by heart. I was unprepared for cheating. This story is a perfect example of a time when I just about know they treated me one way bc I’m black and him another way bc he is white. I know it, but in a way, I don’t. What was it about my look that made these strangers willing to cheat me? Someone asked if I was showing too much cleavage with my lovely augmented breasts and I admit, too much skin could’ve been a factor. No matter what, they had no right to judge me unworthy of equal protection of their rules. Do I have any recourse?

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I Am Sorry, Beloved💋 Readers, Soon🔜 To Be Viewers

I owe you, my beloved readers, an apology and an amends, amend as in mending or fixing what I am sorry about.  It’s ok to be wrong. To refuse to admit a mistake is like saying Jesus ✝️ is my closest peer, what with both of us being perfect. Yeah, right.  Here goes.

It’s June 24, 2019 and I am sorry that I failed to keep my word. I was looking over all of my posts, passing on the ones with the most views. There had been a lot of interest in my invitation to you all, to join me remotely in my Honolulu🌺 prostitution👠 retrospective.  I promised to give more of myself in 2019. I said I’d do videos, take you guys around Honolulu’s 🏪round the clock sex trade sites with my 📱phone camera. I planned one minute editorials, like Andy Rooney on “60 Minutes.”🎬

The year📅 is half over ⏳ and I have done nothing I promised. Why not? I chickened out. I worried about the condition of my skin. My skin, my nemesis for 30 years. Would my make up look clownish? Would my camera phone action come off as stupidly amateurish instead of simply genuine? Etcetera, ad nauseum. I feared mockery. Fear, my lifelong companion. Ridiculous bc I’m afraid of the non existent, but fear does not yield to logic. Fear laughs in logic’s face.

HA!

I’m going to cut myself some slack and ease into presenting myself to the world for mankind’s eternal record. I’m going to audiotape myself reading my posts to accompany the written work. (As I wrote that, the plan seemed a little redundant.) You can read my post and click on an icon to hear me read it? Yes, that’s the plan. It’s time to do something, anything, however silly is better than paralysis.  It’s time to gather my strength and take the plunge. Yes! In my next post. Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. Next time.🔜

X-Hooker Life Hack- When people say “don’t trust me,” it might be the only time they are honest

Everyday wisdom from the world’s oldest profession–for regular people.

Life improving tips from a working girl for workaday people

X-Hooker Life Hack #48: Beware of people who tell you not to trust them. These liars are telling the truth to cover their lies.

It may sound odd, but people have more confidence in people who say “don’t trust me.” Crooks know this, They use the line “don’t trust me,” to look like they are straight shooters admitting their vulnerabilities. They are using the truth strategically. If they tell people not to trust them, and they do in fact fool people with lies, well, people had been warned. Once the “warning” is given, liars feel justified in harming thoseto whom they had shown mercy (as they define mercy).  And, they blame the victims for allowing themselves to be victimized. They never blame themselves.

Truth Can Be Excessive! Lol

Brainy Hawaiian X Hooker

I am a big Michael Landon fan. But I must respectfully disagree with his above statement. I think that repression and denial can be very healthy. If I had to live with the awareness of my impending and inevitable death in the forefront of my mind every day, I think it would be a bleak existence for me. I appreciate it when my mind does me a favor. My mind rarely does me favors. I think repression and denial of irrevocable and distressing Truth is one of the few and far between blessings that I have inside of my head. I will happily back burner the awareness of my death. Lol.

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Truth Can Be Excessive! Lol

TODAY’S
A Better Me Quote
“Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.”

Michael Landon

I am a big Michael Landon fan. But I must respectfully disagree with his above statement. I think that repression and denial can be very healthy. If I had to live with the awareness of my impending and inevitable death in the forefront of my mind every day, I think it would be a bleak existence for me. I appreciate it when my mind does me a favor. My mind rarely does me favors. I think repression and denial of irrevocable and distressing Truth is one of the few and far between blessings that I have inside of my head. I will happily back burner the awareness of my death. Lol.